Mary Lambert - Body Love Pt. 1 lyrics
[Mary Lambert - Body Love Pt. 1 lyrics]
I know girls who are trying to
Fit into the social norm
Like squeezing into last year's prom dress
I know girls who are low rise, mac eyeshadow
And binge drinking
I know girls that wonder if they're disaster
And sexy enough to fit in
I know girls who are fleeing bombs
From the mosques of their skin
Playing Russian roulette with death it's
Never easy to accept
That our bodies are fallible and flawed
But when do we draw the line?
When the knife hit's the skin?
Isn't it the same thing as purging
Because we're so obsessed with death
Some women just have more guts than others
The funny thing is women like us don't shoot
We swallow pills
Still wanting to be beautiful at the morgue
Still proceeding to put on make-up
Still hoping that the mortician finds
Us fuckable and attractive
We might as well be buried with our shoes
And handbags and scarves, girls
We flirt with death everytime we etch a
New tally mark into our skin
I know how to split my wrists
To reveal a battlefield too
But the time has come for
Us to reclaim our bodies
Our bodies deserve more than to
Be war-torn and collateral
Offering this fuckdom as a
Pathetic means to say
"I only know how to exist when I am wanted"
Girls like us are hardly ever wanted
You know?
We're used up and sad and drunk and
Perpetually waiting by the phone for
Someone to pick up
And tell us that we did good we did good
I know I am because I said am
I know I am because I said am
I know I am because I said am
My body is home my body is home
I know I am because I said am
I know I am because I said am
I know I am because I said am
Fit into the social norm
Like squeezing into last year's prom dress
I know girls who are low rise, mac eyeshadow
And binge drinking
I know girls that wonder if they're disaster
And sexy enough to fit in
I know girls who are fleeing bombs
From the mosques of their skin
Playing Russian roulette with death it's
Never easy to accept
That our bodies are fallible and flawed
But when do we draw the line?
When the knife hit's the skin?
Isn't it the same thing as purging
Because we're so obsessed with death
Some women just have more guts than others
The funny thing is women like us don't shoot
We swallow pills
Still wanting to be beautiful at the morgue
Still proceeding to put on make-up
Still hoping that the mortician finds
Us fuckable and attractive
We might as well be buried with our shoes
And handbags and scarves, girls
We flirt with death everytime we etch a
New tally mark into our skin
I know how to split my wrists
To reveal a battlefield too
But the time has come for
Us to reclaim our bodies
Our bodies deserve more than to
Be war-torn and collateral
Offering this fuckdom as a
Pathetic means to say
"I only know how to exist when I am wanted"
Girls like us are hardly ever wanted
You know?
We're used up and sad and drunk and
Perpetually waiting by the phone for
Someone to pick up
And tell us that we did good we did good
I know I am because I said am
I know I am because I said am
I know I am because I said am
My body is home my body is home
I know I am because I said am
I know I am because I said am
I know I am because I said am