Feeling dysphoric, can't seem to quit it
Got my make up, euphoric
Imma afraid of ugly, in need of pretty
They say there's value in my novelty
I wanna be like Effy from Skins
But I give too many f*cks bout them
Now I'm split between a choice of hims
Nobody sees it
Nobody sees it
I'm feeling...
Yeah, I'm feeling..
No, I'm feeling...
Yeah, I'm feeling...
No, I'm feeling...
Yeah, I'm feeling...
No, I'm feeling...
Yeah, I'm feeling...
I feel like my body's just skin
I feel like my body's just skin
I feel like my body's just skin
I feel like my body's just skin
Yeah, I'm feeling
And not even God knows what I am
Well, I think because we lived in such a insular, like place
And it was like, very homogenous, very white
Like, there was an idea of what everyone needed to be like
And if you strayed away from that
You got qualities at the end of that whole experience of being able to be independent
And like, understand yourself. But through that experience
The whole time, you're just being like, pushed down, being like
Why are you not, you know, dressing this way? Why don't you act this way?
How come your parents don't do this?
Like, everything is kind of like, put in a box
And so I think if we did live in the a bigger city
I could see how, there would be more people who are different
Who could kind of band together, and there would be like
Less of a stereotype, of what like, a perfect young person needed to be like