Pretty Little Trauma

[Intro] Pretty little trauma All dressed up Lip gloss on a Sealed cut [Verse 1 – Singer A] Half-smile, half-ghost in the mirror Mascara comin' up like a tide Phone full of "are you okay?" stories Left all unread on the side Sleep in your jeans on the carpet Dreams smell like perfume and rain You hold your breath in the selfie Hope filters iron the pain [Chorus – A + B] Pretty little trauma in a tiny dress You laugh too loud just to quiet the mess You say "I'm fine" like a practiced song Pretty little trauma just keeps dragging on Pretty little trauma with your perfect pose Turn your bruised heart into inside jokes You spin around till the room feels wrong Pretty little trauma just keeps dragging on [Verse 2 – Singer B] I know the trick, babe, I wrote that script Smudge that hurt with a blood-red lip Walk so slow but your pulse runs quick Every old scar got a brand-new spin Toast to the chaos, sip that shame Call it a phase, never say the name You hold your breath when they say "you've changed" 'Cause if you ain't numb then you feel too strange [Pre-Chorus – A + B] How many times you scrub that past Hot water hands till the mirror fogs glass You draw a smile in the steam, it drips There it goes, there it goes, there it goes, it slips [Chorus – A + B] Pretty little trauma in a borrowed coat You dance on cracks like a private joke You say "I'm good" but your eyes say "wrong" Pretty little trauma just keeps dragging on Pretty little trauma with your painted grin Turn every breakdown to a silly spin You spin and spin till the night feels long Pretty little trauma just keeps dragging on [Verse 3 – Rap – Singer C] Yeah Hand-me-down hurt from my mama side Passed like a dress that don't fit right Family dinners with a landmine silence Forks tap plates just to drown out sirens Missed calls from the version I was Keep ghostin' myself just because They said, "Girl, toughen up, that’s life" So I bit my tongue, now I taste that knife Scroll past moments I don't repost Crop out hands that I miss the most Smile in the frame, but my jawline tight Teeth say cheese, but my chest say "fight" Therapist talk like a TV show "How does that make you feel?" I don't know I shrug and I laugh, "it’s not that deep" But I check all the doors 'fore I fall asleep [Pre-Chorus – Singer A] How many masks in your makeup bag You pack 'em on when your spirits sag You wipe one off, there's another one stuck Peel, peel, peel, still you call it luck [Chorus – A + B + C ad-libs] Pretty little trauma in designer shoes Turnin' red flags into something cute You say "I heal," but you hum that song Pretty little trauma just keeps dragging on (dragging on) Pretty little trauma in a smoky room You tie your fears like a cheap balloon Let it float up while you tag along Pretty little trauma just keeps dragging on [Bridge – Call & Response] [Singer A] Who would I be if I dropped the act? If I missed a step, if I cracked [Singer B] Would you still stay if the gloss came off? If my voice came out too soft? [Singer C] If I say, "I hurt," not "it's chill" If I sit too quiet, if I stand still [All] What if this tremor in my chest Is just my heart tryin' its best? [Verse 4 – Rap – Singer C] Okay, one time for the girls in the back row Heart on read, but they laugh at the bad jokes Hands in the air like they tryin' to reach Somewhere higher than the hurt at their feet I got panic in a pastel skirt Look so clean but it still kinda hurts Got a playlist full