Prom queen.

Try it out, my insecurities

Oh, that's an outfit perfect for a fucking prom queen

I guess now it's just you and me

Sticking out in the crowd, so I feel lonely

 

I look like a sore thumb in front of all these manicured hands

And I feel like there's another reason why you're my ex

 

I would stick pieces of paper in my clothes to fill my insecurities

It's a brand new girl, an update to the old machine

I restarted, rebooted during the night because I can't miss one second of sleep

I refuse to go to therapy because I'm still growing exponentially

 

It's not a problem at all, not an obsession

I need a session to fix all my dark thoughts

In my reflection, pick out my imperfections

Then walk out like I'm all that, when I don't really feel like it

 

Try it out, my insecurities

Oh, that's an outfit perfect for a fucking prom queen

I guess now it's just you and me

Sticking out in the crowd, so I feel lonely

 

I look like sore thumb in front of all these manicured hands

And I feel like there's another reason why you're my ex

 

I'm always being the bigger person

I leave my pettiness in the car along with my refined jewelry

Put on my makeup and only bring the basic necessities

Order the smallest portion to make sure I stay skinny

 

I cry myself to sleep because it gives me melatonin

Staying healthy means running 'til you're throwing up and

Maybe if I change for others they would like me more

Or I'm just unlikeable, tell me how I fix it all

 

Try it out, my insecurities

Oh, that's an outfit perfect for a fucking prom queen

I guess now it's just you and me

Sticking out in the crowd, so I feel lonely

 

I look like sore thumb in front of all these manicured hands

And I feel like there's another reason why you're my ex