Blond hair falls just above her sholder She's nineteen, but she looks a little older With a prom queen smile And a cool vintage style You're obsessed with her And I don't blame you for it But I'll never look like her Not even if I tried I'll never be cooler, not even if I lied Oh, she's whole where I am broken She's great where I am good And I'll never be like her But you know I wish I could