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