Shape

Once somebody said
My nose looks small from the left side of my head
So that's what I post on the Internet
All it takes is once
Some kid in math class likens you to a bus
And that's it, body dysmorphia

But I'm sick of hating God
For the shape I'm not
And I'd trade every fight I fought
For liking what I got

My first boyfriend said
I was beautiful every time we laid in bed
Couldn't even try to believe it
Spent the whole damn time
Thinking he was such a dick to be lying
Couldn't even try to believe it

But I'm sick of wasting time
Wanting what's not mine
And I'd trade being mad at God
For liking what I've got

Don't be so pretty in front of me, front of me
Don't be so pretty, pretty
Don't be so pretty in front of me, front of me
Don't be so pretty, pretty
Don't be so pretty in front of me, front of me
Don't be so pretty, pretty
Don't be so pretty in front of me, front of me
Don't be so pretty, pretty

I'm sick of wasting time
Wanting what's not mine
And I'd trade being mad at God
For liking what I've got

Ah-ah-ah
Liking what I've got

Mmm-mmmm-mmmm