Lyrics: Raffaella/James Flannigan
Music: Raffaella/James Flannigan
My body is a relic of an untrained ballerina
Quit at five you should’ve seen her
She was great
Scared off by talents in buns
Who could balance an art
With an impossible weight
My body is a relic of an untrained ballerina
Quit at five you should’ve seen her
She was great
Waste all my money
On books that I won’t read
Still stories look pretty on my dusty shelf
And I keep shit talking the girls I respec
Cause I’m not far away from who I was at twelve
I’m a mess in a dress
Just short of a college degree
I could never possess
The courage of a nobody
Sparkling quitter
Self-love counterfeiter
I’m safe and I’m stuck as a potential winner
A mess in a dress
Just short of a college degree
I let the college boys
Steal all my prowess
Cause I spent my whole allowance
On their taste
So I preach all my opinions
Always talk and never listen
Looking for that little girl I’ve erased
Waste all my money
On books that I won’t read
Still stories look pretty on my dusty shelf
And I keep shit talking the girls I respec
Cause I’m not far away from who I was at twelve
I’m a mess in a dress
Just short of a college degree
I could never possess
The courage of a nobody
Sparkling quitter
Self-love counterfeiter
I’m safe and I’m stuck as a potential winner
Walking with my ghosts
I’ve owned too many clothes
Crumbs of green
Cover my bedside
Walking with my ghosts
I keep them under oath
No wonder why I
Just can’t sleep right
I'm a mess in a dress
Just short of a college degree
I could never possess
The courage of a nobody
Sparkling quitter
Self-love counterfeiter
I’m safe and I’m stuck as a potential winner
A mess in a dress
Just short of a college degree