My favorite tattoo is the one that I never can see
My favorite lover was the one that I never did meet
My favorite song was written by you and not by me
My favorite version of you was the one that I could leave
I wake up with anxiety dreams about leaving my keys in the car
I wake up with anxiety dreams about taking the subway too far
But if a tree falls and no one can hear it, it still makes a sound
And if you show up and no one can see you, you still left the house
It makes me so sad you're not enough for yourself
Because all you've ever wanted is to be the woman that you've become, how good has that felt?
You don't need any help
I never slow danced 'til a week before I turned 24
At a bar that was closing and my tee shirt had sweat marks under my arms
That's just another night, feels like another knife
Thank god I'm home again, I'm love-less again
Let's the roll the ball
I wake up with anxiety dreams that my body is going to waste
I wake up with anxiety dreams that no one will look at my face
But if a tree falls and no one can hear it, it still makes a sound
And if you show up and no one can see you, you still left the house
It makes me so sad that you're not enough for yourself
Because all you've ever wanted is to be the woman that you've become, how good has that felt?
You don't need any help, you don't need help