Aren’t we all just here on the couch
Staring into our phones
Perfection is plenty
Look in the mirror and see a broken blonde
Is she okay or not?
She acts fine and dandy
People think that pretty is the cure
But no matter how pretty
You could be prettier

People think that we are so sure
But when I hit rock bottom
No one knew what to look for

Aren’t we all just here on the side
Normalizing being criticized
I go out, and I smile a whole lot
Cover up all my thoughts
So I can be who you wanna see

People think that pretty is the cure
But no matter how pretty
You could be prettier
People think that we are so sure
But when I hit rock bottom
No one knew what to look for

I’ve been
Knocked to the floor
I’ve been
Fighting this war
I’ve been running
But I can’t escape my own head
My own head

People think that pretty is the cure
But no matter how pretty
You could be prettier
People think that we are so sure
But when I hit rock bottom
No one knew what to look for

People think that pretty is the cure
But no matter how pretty
You could be prettier
People think that we are so sure
But when I hit rock bottom
No one knew what to look for

People think that pretty is the cure
But no matter how pretty
You could be prettier