self care.
I could go to the doctor and get
Needles in my face
So whenever I smile
My forehead stays in place
I could eat a liquid diet
So my bones start to pop
Spend all my money
Being someone I'm not
I could risk the melanoma
So I glow in the dark
Do the kinda shit
You can't quit once you start
I could bleach all the brown
Right out of my hair
Buying clothes the internet
Told me to wear
I tried, I tried to hate me
I tried, I tried but then it got old
I think, I think I like me
I think, I think I'm finally sold
Maybe, maybe I'm lazy
Maybe, deep down I'm kinda scared
To change what my mama gave me
I can't, can't make my self care
I could sleep all 8 hours
Like they say that I should
Read all the books
On how to feel good
I could sit on the floor, close my eyes, meditate
On all of the ways that they say to be great
I could sell all my stuff
Namaste in the wild
Find me a shrink to find my inner child
I could burn all the baggage
From how I was raised
As if how I turned out is not ok
I tried, I tried to hate me
I tried, I tried but then it got old
I think, I think I like me
I think, I think I'm finally sold
Maybe, maybe I'm lazy
Maybe, deep down I'm kinda scared
To change what my mama gave me
I can't, can't make my self care
I can't make,
I can't make myself care
I can't make, I can't make myself care
I think, I think I like me
Needles in my face
So whenever I smile
My forehead stays in place
I could eat a liquid diet
So my bones start to pop
Spend all my money
Being someone I'm not
I could risk the melanoma
So I glow in the dark
Do the kinda shit
You can't quit once you start
I could bleach all the brown
Right out of my hair
Buying clothes the internet
Told me to wear
I tried, I tried to hate me
I tried, I tried but then it got old
I think, I think I like me
I think, I think I'm finally sold
Maybe, maybe I'm lazy
Maybe, deep down I'm kinda scared
To change what my mama gave me
I can't, can't make my self care
I could sleep all 8 hours
Like they say that I should
Read all the books
On how to feel good
I could sit on the floor, close my eyes, meditate
On all of the ways that they say to be great
I could sell all my stuff
Namaste in the wild
Find me a shrink to find my inner child
I could burn all the baggage
From how I was raised
As if how I turned out is not ok
I tried, I tried to hate me
I tried, I tried but then it got old
I think, I think I like me
I think, I think I'm finally sold
Maybe, maybe I'm lazy
Maybe, deep down I'm kinda scared
To change what my mama gave me
I can't, can't make my self care
I can't make,
I can't make myself care
I can't make, I can't make myself care
I think, I think I like me
Credits
Writer(s): Sasha Sloan, Nicolle Galyon, Caroline Baker
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