From the album Dancing On The Wall
This is about the collapse of wanting someone and wanting to be them, where desire for a person becomes indistinguishable from envy of their entire existence. The narrator treats intimacy and identity theft as the same project. They want closeness but what they're actually chasing is erasure of themselves.
Tight bitch / She's the right bitch / Getting psyched, bitch / Start a fight bitch
The staccato 'bitch' suffix turns every descriptor into an aspirational attribute rather than a person. It sounds empowering but it's actually reducing someone to a collection of enviable traits you can try on like clothes.
Obsessed, step on my neck, yeah / Car wreck, she sent a hot text, yeah
The narrator frames submission as devotion but notice how physical it gets. 'Step on my neck' is about power she doesn't actually have over you unless you're lying down first. You're staging your own humiliation.
She let me try on her dress and / God, yes, we're gonna be best friends
Trying on her dress is presented as bonding but it's literally practicing being her. The friendship is declared as certainty ('gonna be') in a song where every other line is 'I think I might,' which means the narrator knows this is fantasy but needs it to be inevitable.
If I can't be her / Then I wanna be with her / Hoping that she'll rub off on me when I kiss her
This frames being her versus being with her as alternatives, but the whole song proves they were never separate. The desire to absorb her identity through physical contact ('rub off on me') was always the point. Intimacy is just the method.
Hard bitch / Down to Mars bitch / Counting costs bitch / Don't start shit if you aren't shit
The outro keeps cataloging her but now it sounds tired. 'Counting costs' is the only line in the song that acknowledges a price, but the narrator still hasn't figured out what they're paying for. Maybe the exhaustion of wanting to be someone else while pretending it's just attraction.
The song ends still cataloging her attributes, still chasing, still unresolved. The narrator would be surprised to learn that the repeated 'bitch' suffix, meant to sound edgy and celebratory, actually reveals how they've turned this person into a mood board instead of someone they could actually know. You can't be best friends with a fantasy.