People

People will tell you that I'm so wrong
That I'm dumb and dumber
That I'm three feet tall
People will tell you that it's five degrees
When it's indeed seventy
On my AC
People will tell you that I'm not worth the work
I don't play too much but I'm a worthless flirt
People will tell you that they know me better
That I have a lisp
And I sweat in sweaters

But who am I to know
Where I'm going where I'll go
My brain is centipedes
And babe I'm begging on my knees
But who are you to tell my story
You don't know so well
Why don't you add it to the list
Not a double standard type of bitch

People will tell you that I'm pissed off and I
(Yell too much!)
In all my songs
People will tell you that you gotta be skinny
And you gotta be tall
And you gotta be pretty
People will say when you're a socialist
That pretty much means you're a communist
And don't get me started on politics
They're all white privilege and need an attitude fix

But who am I to know
Where I'm going where I'll go
My brain is centipedes
And babe I'm begging on my knees
But who are you to tell my story
You don't know so well
Why don't you add it to the list
Not a double standard type of bitch

People will tell you that queers are freaks
With two left feet
And an STD
People will tell you I'm a feminist
And hey they're right so eat the rich

Why do I care what people think
(Why do you care what people think)
Why would I care what people think
(Why do you care what people think)
Why do I care what people think
(Why do you care what people think)
Why do I care
Why would I care
Why do I care
Why do I care

People will tell you that Jake is tall
That Quinn is quiet
That Finn is small
Listen to the people who know you better
Love you for you
And don't mind the bad weather
You deserve to be heard
Not claustrophobic
Be all of you
And don't care who knows it