Mary Lambert - I Know Girls - Letters Don't Talk (Body Love) 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 eye shadow, 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 every time 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 we're sad and drunk and
Perpetually waiting by the phone
For someone to pick
Up and tell us that we did good
Well, you did good

(I know I am because I said, "I am"
My body is home)

Try this take your hands over your
Bumpy love body naked
And remember the first time
You touched someone
With the sole purpose of learning all of them
Touched them because the light
Was pretty on them
And the dust in the sunlight danced
The way your heart did
Touch yourself with a purpose
Your body is the most beautiful royal
Fathers and uncles are not
Claiming your knife anymore
Are not your razor, no
Put the sharpness back
Lay your hands flat and feel
The surface of scarred skin
I once touched a tree with charred limbs
The stump was still breathing
But the tops were just ashy remains
I wonder what it's like to
Come back from that because
Because sometimes I feel forest fires
Erupting from my wrists
And the smoke signals sent out are the
Most beautiful things I've ever seen

Love your body the way your
Mother loved your baby feet
And brother arm wrapping shoulders
And remember this is important

You are worth more than who you fuck
You are worth more than a waistline
You are worth more than beer
Bottles displayed like drunken artifacts
You are worth more than any naked
Body could proclaim in the shadows
More than a man's whim
Or your father's mistake
You are no less valuable as a
Size 16 than a size 4
You are no less valuable as a 32a than a 36c
Your sexiness is defined by concentric
Circles within your wood it is wisdom
You are a goddamn tree stump
With leaves sprouting out reborn