Lyrics: Ryan Daly/Nick Jonas/Bianca “Blush” Atterberry/Josette Maskin
Music: Ryan Daly/Nick Jonas/Bianca “Blush” Atterberry/Josette Maskin
I think my hair stopped growing
Is that even a thing?
Haven't lost any of it, but something ain't the same
Maybe it's a metaphor
Is it even that deep?
I think my hair stopped growing
Or is it me?
I called phil a couple times, he's probably sick of me
He said, "Go easy on yourself," but what does that even mean?
Sounds like good advice, but I just can't hear it right now
Hit me like a gut punch
I hurt my own feelings
How did I get so good at being mean to myself?
I should turn the heat down, tell myself to chill out
Damn, I really hate the way I talk to myself
Hit me like a—
Hit me like a—
When the hell did I start trying to be perfect?
People pleasing, is it ever really worth it?
Fake smiling just to pass the time
It's the only way I've been getting by
Looked at myself and I can't even recognize
Who I am behind those eyes, one big disguise
Hit me like a gut punch
I hurt my own feelings
How did I get so good at being mean to myself?
I should turn the heat down, tell myself to chill out
Damn, I really hate the way I talk to myself
Hit me like a—
Now, what would it be like if I just tried being nice
To the person that I'm seeing in the mirror? Yeah
If you find that inner child
Haven't seen him for a while
Let him know he's doing fine
Hit me like a gut punch
I hurt my own feelings
How did I get so good at being mean to myself?
I should turn the heat down, tell myself to chill out
Damn, I really hate the way I talk to myself
Hit me like a—
Yeah, yeah, oh-oh
Hit me like a gut punch
Oh-oh-oh