Pretty
I'm still surprised that I'm pretty
I wasn't holding out hope
Far more concerned with my body
Fraying away like a rope
Teens are supposed to be reckless
Drive like they think they can't die
I couldn't picture past 20
Somehow, I'm living the lie
God, I'm so glad I'm alive
Used to make lists of the people I'd kissed
All the good things that happened to me
Just in case, I never opened my eyes
When I finally let myself sleep
'Cause every true story's a little bit gory
If it's gonna end up complete
After he left me, I wondered
If maybe my quota was met
One love before I went under
It's still more than some people get
But God, I'm so glad I outlasted
The girl who would call that shit love
She had to die to get wiser
And I had to live to get tough
Used to make lists of the people I'd kissed
All the good things that happened to me
I don't keep track now
I'm giving them back now
It isn't so hard now to sleep
Knowing I'll like who I am in the morning
And grieve if we don't get to meet
If I had mistimed the centuries
I wouldn't have seen 23
But 200 years and I'm pretty
Swallow the pills and breathe free
God, I'm so glad just to be
I wasn't holding out hope
Far more concerned with my body
Fraying away like a rope
Teens are supposed to be reckless
Drive like they think they can't die
I couldn't picture past 20
Somehow, I'm living the lie
God, I'm so glad I'm alive
Used to make lists of the people I'd kissed
All the good things that happened to me
Just in case, I never opened my eyes
When I finally let myself sleep
'Cause every true story's a little bit gory
If it's gonna end up complete
After he left me, I wondered
If maybe my quota was met
One love before I went under
It's still more than some people get
But God, I'm so glad I outlasted
The girl who would call that shit love
She had to die to get wiser
And I had to live to get tough
Used to make lists of the people I'd kissed
All the good things that happened to me
I don't keep track now
I'm giving them back now
It isn't so hard now to sleep
Knowing I'll like who I am in the morning
And grieve if we don't get to meet
If I had mistimed the centuries
I wouldn't have seen 23
But 200 years and I'm pretty
Swallow the pills and breathe free
God, I'm so glad just to be
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Writer(s): Sofia Campoamor Gerace
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