(By the girl who isn't her) She wears perfume that says: I'm fine I wear hoodies and overanalyze She drinks espresso with a fake French name He calls her baby and I just say, same She laughs like a scene from a movie kiss I laugh too loud, then over-fix And she's always right, like, even when she's wrong She gets love letters, I get sad songs She's not real, just a Barbie in my brain But she gets him anyway Her name's Ashley, and she never cries Probably born with a wink in her eyes Middle of August, blowing out flames While I was busy learning how to fake She's who he sees when he sees me Perfectly crafted fantasy Ashley's a dream, but I'm the one losing sleep She reads books she doesn't even like Quotes Shakespeare, but spells it Shayk-spear online Her lipstick's red, her heart's on mute And she never runs, she lets them pursue I tried to hate her, but I made her up From every girl he ever looked at once She's part me, part wish, part fear But somehow more her than I am here I built her tall just to make me small And let him fall, for nothing at all Her name's Ashley (ashley), and she's never late (never late, wooah) Says all the things I rehearse but break (rehearse but break) Born the same week Leo season screams While I'm stuck whispering in my dreams (woaah) She wears cool (cool), I wear try (try) He kissed me once, she kissed him in my mind (she kissed him in my mind) Ashley's (Ashley) not real, but I'm the one left behind He doesn't even know her name But I write it down like I'm the insane I made her up with glitter and spite She's everything I'm not, in perfect light Her name's Ashley, and she's in my head But he still falls for every word she said She's just pixels in my pretty pain But still gets credit when I'm to blame I gave her lips, I gave her eyes I gave her me, just more refined Ashley's a lie, but she gets the guy