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Song · Conan Gray

Song · Conan Gray

Song · Conan Gray

Song · Conan Gray

Song · Conan Gray

Song · Conan Gray

Song · Conan Gray

Song · Conan Gray

I'm so tired of bein' the girl that I am Every good thing has turned into something I dread

You can win the battle, but you'll never win the war You fix the things you hated, and you'd still feel so insecure And I try to ignore it, but it's everything I see

She's got those lips, she's got those hips The life of every fuckin' party She's talented, she's good with kids She even speaks kindly about me

You found a new version of me And I damn near started World War III

God, I'm so boring, and I'm so rude Can't have a conversation if it's not all about you

And every girl I ever talked to told me you were bad, bad news You called them crazy, god, I hate the way I called them crazy too

Well, I have captors I call friends I got panic rooms inside my head

I pay attention to things that most people ignore And I'm alright with the movies that make jokes 'bout senseless cruelty

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Will I spend all the rest of my years wishing I could go back?

I'm so tired of bein' the girl that I am Every good thing has turned into something I dread

And I despise my jealous eyes and how hard they fell for you Yeah, I despise my rotten mind and how much it worships you

'Cause loving you is loving every Argument you held over my head Brought up the girls you could have instead

I say that I'm fine, I tell them all the time As they watch all the light fade away

You know I'll always think of you, I'll love you 'til the end of time You are the best thing that I'll ever keep so far out of my life

The arguments that I have won against you in my head In the shower, in the car and in the mirror before bed Yeah, I'm so tough when I'm alone and I make you feel so guilty

Oh, yes, I know that he's my ex, but can't two people reconnect? I only see him as a friend, I just tripped and fell into his bed

She's got those lips, she's got those hips The life of every fuckin' party She's talented, she's good with kids She even speaks kindly about me

And when I told him how he hurt me, he'd tell me I was trippin' But I am my father's daughter, so maybe I could fix him

Cat got my tongue, and I don't think I get along with anyone

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Cat got my tongue, and I don't think I get along with anyone