Little Flawed Me
Yeah i'm wearing the same thing, again
And the brand of shoes is how you pick your friends
I'm sorry I arrived in a used car
Guess these things take me off your radar
I walked in with bare feet,
I'm not sorry
Cause I'm comfy in my own skin
And I won't be a puppet
I guess I have to say it
Oh stuff it
Just get used to it
I won't be a victim of the times
Selling out just to be liked
Perfect hair, perfect face
Perfect clothes, perfect nails
How could I compete?
Little flawed me
You can't cram me into shape
Different worlds are miles away
I'm like a vintage tree
Little flawed me
Scrolling for inspiration, again
Facades and fantasies
Of people I've never met in their filters
Enough yet
Could this kill us
Coz every billboard and sidewalk
Splashed across this world
Was the purpose to haunt me
With this pretty
Why airbrush
The whole city
Every picture screams perfection's love
But this is just a lie 'we'll never be enough'
Perfect hair, perfect face
Perfect clothes, perfect nails
But I won't compete
Little flawed me
You can't cram me into shape
Smile lines have gone to deep
But my face is free
Little flawed me
I didn't mean to make your Mama cry
Cause I reminded her of 1985
And if the world ever lets us be
Flaws and all
I'll be here
Just being me
Perfect hair, perfect face
Perfect clothes, perfect nails
That used to be me
And I hated me
So I fought to find real me
Flaws and all i'm walking free
And i'm not sorry
This is me
Little flawed me
And the brand of shoes is how you pick your friends
I'm sorry I arrived in a used car
Guess these things take me off your radar
I walked in with bare feet,
I'm not sorry
Cause I'm comfy in my own skin
And I won't be a puppet
I guess I have to say it
Oh stuff it
Just get used to it
I won't be a victim of the times
Selling out just to be liked
Perfect hair, perfect face
Perfect clothes, perfect nails
How could I compete?
Little flawed me
You can't cram me into shape
Different worlds are miles away
I'm like a vintage tree
Little flawed me
Scrolling for inspiration, again
Facades and fantasies
Of people I've never met in their filters
Enough yet
Could this kill us
Coz every billboard and sidewalk
Splashed across this world
Was the purpose to haunt me
With this pretty
Why airbrush
The whole city
Every picture screams perfection's love
But this is just a lie 'we'll never be enough'
Perfect hair, perfect face
Perfect clothes, perfect nails
But I won't compete
Little flawed me
You can't cram me into shape
Smile lines have gone to deep
But my face is free
Little flawed me
I didn't mean to make your Mama cry
Cause I reminded her of 1985
And if the world ever lets us be
Flaws and all
I'll be here
Just being me
Perfect hair, perfect face
Perfect clothes, perfect nails
That used to be me
And I hated me
So I fought to find real me
Flaws and all i'm walking free
And i'm not sorry
This is me
Little flawed me
Credits
Writer(s): Sophie Sullivan
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