what does this even mean

when you too cool for regular grades

Fall seven times.

Get back up eight.

We were meant to be perfectly imperfect, such a beautiful mess...
I'm calling out these pretty, pretty lies!

dementia, you're driving me crazy

Me giving compliments:
*twirls hair* My, you certainly have a gorgeous head, don't you, sir?

Tell me you're not hydra.

We're going to die down here... are you scared?
Yeah.

At least we still have each other.