hating myself in the summer

Yeah, it’s all been said before

In a couple hundred films and songs

Where the unassuming pretty girl

Learns she’s been seeing herself wrong

But I promise this isn't that kind of story

I stare at the mirror and it’s purgatory

With puckered skin between two fingers

What a losing game

Tired of hating myself in the summer

They say look a certain way

Well I’m giving up, what a bummer

Oh, I’m tired of

Tired of hating myself in the summer

Oh, I'm tired of

My little sister looks just like me

And I don’t mean to make it worse

But I see her move carefully

Taking in the things I’d never say to her

And I know that the topic gets kinda boring

Everyone's SAD and used to ignoring it

But you would never get that from the pictures

What a losing game

Tired of hating myself in the summer

They say look a certain way

Well I’m giving up, what a bummer

Oh, I’m tired of

Tired of hating myself in the summer

Oh, I'm tired of

I'm so tired of shallow conversations

Lies and turned down invitations

Busy finding reasons not to go

So done worrying 'bout what I eat

And the number tucked into my jeans

And comparing pretty faces on a screen

What a losing game

Tired of hating myself in the summer

They say look a certain way

Well I’m giving up, what a bummer

Oh, I’m tired of

Tired of hating myself in the summer

Oh, I'm tired of

Oh, I'm tired of

Oh, I’m tired of

Tired of hating myself in the summer