Prom Queen

Shut up, count your calories
I never looked good in mom jeans
Wish I was like you
Blue-eyed blondie, perfect body

Maybe I should try harder
You should lower your expectations
I’m no quick-curl barbie
I was never cut out for prom queen

If I get more pretty
Do you think he will like me?

Disect my insecurities
I’m a defect, surgical project
It’s getting hard to breathe
There’s plastic wrap in my cheeks

Maybe I should try harder
You should lower your beauty standards
I’m no quick-curl barbie
I was never cut out for prom queen

If I’m pretty, will you like me?
They say: Beauty makes boys happy
I’ve been starving myself
Carving skin until my bones are showing

Teach me how to be okay
I don’t wanna downplay my emotions

They say: Beauty is pain
You’ll only be happy if you look a certain way

I wanna be okay
I wanna be okay