What the Mirror Forgot to Say

[Verse 1] Inside every girl a small, still secret curls kissing dimples like tiny commas in a smile a barefoot princess in borrowed slippers glitter tracing little moons across the floor a quiet naiad in a cotton dress holding her breath at the bedroom door [Chorus] You’re more than what the mirror forgot to say more than angles, more than glass and gray stitched from stories that the sky once dreamed you are wild, you are soft, you are more than you seem When the mirror goes cold at the end of the day I’ll remind you what it tried to hide away you’re the wish, not the frame on the wall you’re the girl, you’re the grace in it all [Verse 2] They tailored you in rules and ribbons tagged your heart with every size they sell taught you how to fold your hunger how to call a shrinking self “doing well” but your laugh still spills like summer your thoughts still run ahead in bare feet under every careful posture there’s a wild thing that will not retreat [Chorus] You’re more than what the mirror forgot to say more than angles, more than glass and gray stitched from stories that the sky once dreamed you are wild, you are soft, you are more than you seem When the mirror goes cold at the end of the day I’ll remind you what it tried to hide away you’re the wish, not the frame on the wall you’re the girl, you’re the grace in it all [Bridge] Every freckle, every scar tiny maps of where you’ve been every tear that dried in silence turned to light beneath your skin (oh) If you saw you like I see you you would never ask “enough?” you would bow to your own beauty you would call your kindness tough [Chorus] You’re more than what the mirror forgot to say more than angles, more than glass and gray stitched from stories that the sky once dreamed you are wild, you are soft, you are more than you seem When the mirror goes cold at the end of the day I’ll remind you what it tried to hide away you’re the wish, not the frame on the wall you’re the girl, you’re the grace in it all (yeah) [Outro] Inside every girl a first light waking and it’s you it’s you it’s you in the making