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 got

Mm, mm-mm (oh-oh, oh-oh)
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 (hmm)
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, ooh-ooh, ooh, ah-ah, ah, ah
And I'd trade being mad at God for liking what I've got

Oh, oh
Liking what I got
Mm, mm, mm-mm