How Much of You
Sixteen, so mild
Forever willing to reconcile
Standing by for your call
Vacant half truths
Chasing after the worst of you
What's a broken girl to do?
I tried to make it easy to love me
Makin' out with you in the front seat
Always doing what you told me
I robbed myself of my autonomy
Isn't it funny I made myself bleed?
Isn't it funny I couldn't get clean?
Isn't it funny how much of you is me?
Waited, no show
Slow burn, tobacco
Only pressing where it hurts
Still here, time slows
It's funny how resentment grows
Why I stayed, I don't know
I tried to make it easy to love me
Makin' out with you in the front seat
Always doing what you told me
I robbed myself of my autonomy
Isn't it funny I made myself bleed?
Isn't it funny I couldn't get clean?
Isn't it funny I made myself bleed
For you, I'd do anything
Anything I guess
What a shame it came at the cost of my self-governance
I tried to make it easy to love me
Makin' out with you in the front seat
Always doing what you told me
I robbed myself of my autonomy
Isn't it funny I made myself bleed?
Isn't it funny I couldn't get clean?
Isn't it funny how much of you is me?
(Waited, no show)
(Still here, time's slow)
(Waited, no show)
(Still here, time's slow)
Forever willing to reconcile
Standing by for your call
Vacant half truths
Chasing after the worst of you
What's a broken girl to do?
I tried to make it easy to love me
Makin' out with you in the front seat
Always doing what you told me
I robbed myself of my autonomy
Isn't it funny I made myself bleed?
Isn't it funny I couldn't get clean?
Isn't it funny how much of you is me?
Waited, no show
Slow burn, tobacco
Only pressing where it hurts
Still here, time slows
It's funny how resentment grows
Why I stayed, I don't know
I tried to make it easy to love me
Makin' out with you in the front seat
Always doing what you told me
I robbed myself of my autonomy
Isn't it funny I made myself bleed?
Isn't it funny I couldn't get clean?
Isn't it funny I made myself bleed
For you, I'd do anything
Anything I guess
What a shame it came at the cost of my self-governance
I tried to make it easy to love me
Makin' out with you in the front seat
Always doing what you told me
I robbed myself of my autonomy
Isn't it funny I made myself bleed?
Isn't it funny I couldn't get clean?
Isn't it funny how much of you is me?
(Waited, no show)
(Still here, time's slow)
(Waited, no show)
(Still here, time's slow)
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Writer(s): James Cain, Julia Mckay Nauheim
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