Call My Own
I kinda hope the billionaires will stay in space
And I hope that I will finish my degree
I look so much like my father, it's like he hit copy and paste
And I stole my mother's personality
I've been reading romance of late
Hoping I can scrounge some faith
But all that I've found is I'm alone
I should've known that I'm prone to feeling strange
Up and down and out of place
I just want one thing to call my own, call my own
My little brother is three inches taller than me
And he just knocks whenever I sing too loud
I think high school might've been a fever dream
I'm so much better that it's over now
I can feel my morals sink in
Dig their claws under my skin
Whenever I fall prey to jealous doubts
I know all about being prone to feeling strange
Up and down and out of place
I just want one thing to call my own, call my own
Ah-ah-ah-ah
I never claimed to be an old soul
My wisdom comes in turn
And I think I've overthought every lesson I've ever learned
I keep my chin up and my head down
I hope karma comes around
And I hope that I've done good enough
To be happy with how things turn out
I've been reading romance of late
Hoping I can scrounge some faith
But all that I've found is I'm alone
I should've known that I'm prone to feeling strange
Up and down and out of place
I just want one thing to call my own, call my own
And I hope that I will finish my degree
I look so much like my father, it's like he hit copy and paste
And I stole my mother's personality
I've been reading romance of late
Hoping I can scrounge some faith
But all that I've found is I'm alone
I should've known that I'm prone to feeling strange
Up and down and out of place
I just want one thing to call my own, call my own
My little brother is three inches taller than me
And he just knocks whenever I sing too loud
I think high school might've been a fever dream
I'm so much better that it's over now
I can feel my morals sink in
Dig their claws under my skin
Whenever I fall prey to jealous doubts
I know all about being prone to feeling strange
Up and down and out of place
I just want one thing to call my own, call my own
Ah-ah-ah-ah
I never claimed to be an old soul
My wisdom comes in turn
And I think I've overthought every lesson I've ever learned
I keep my chin up and my head down
I hope karma comes around
And I hope that I've done good enough
To be happy with how things turn out
I've been reading romance of late
Hoping I can scrounge some faith
But all that I've found is I'm alone
I should've known that I'm prone to feeling strange
Up and down and out of place
I just want one thing to call my own, call my own
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Writer(s): Isabel Pless
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