Talk about making me your wife, this is your life
Is this how you want to spend your Saturday nights, always talking me down?
I am so selfish, I forgot the day your dad died
And dealing with me, I kinda get why you always want to get high

The more of me you’ll see, the less of me you’ll like
The older I get, the more my teenage self-hatred is justified
I think I’ve tricked everybody that loves me
I wish I could come with a black box warning

Talk about making me a mom, I’d give our kid less than they deserve
A gеnerational curse, the way my mom gavе me and her mom gave her
I can’t love anyone more than I hate myself
And I can’t do anything if it only serves somebody else

The more of me you’ll see, the less of me you’ll like
The older I get, the more my teenage self-hatred is justified
I think I’ve tricked everybody that loves me
I wish I could come with a black box warning

I'm the star that never aligned
The thing you know you have, but can’t seem to find
And I'm the call you’ve been dreading all week
The chore you always end up procrastinating

I'm the bite you can’t stomach, so you spit it out
The girl you’re kinda embarrassed to tell your friends about
The potential that you can’t apply and
The faith you lost in God and your parents

Beware, I'm a dead end, keep out
Don’t be a hero, turn back now
I'm a boa constrictor, a bitch, and I'm bitter
I'm quicksand
And I'm a quitter

The more of me you’ll see, the less of me you’ll like
The older I get, the more my teenage self-hatred is justified
And I think I’ve tricked everybody that loves me
I wish I could come with a black box warning

I'm trying, I'm trying, I'm trying to change
I'm stuck in, I'm stuck in, I'm stuck in my ways
I'm trying, I'm trying, I'm trying to change
I'm stuck in, I'm stuck in, I'm stuck in my ways