--- VERSE 1 Woke up feelin’ pretty good, swore I didn’t think of you, ’Til I saw your hoodie on the chair and felt that old bruise. Told myself I’m over it, poured my coffee, like a queen, spilled it down my front like life said, Girl… you sure ’bout that routine? I’m tryin’ to heal in real time, one messy morning at a time, But confidence looks different when you’re lyin’ to your own mind. --- PRE-CHORUS I said I’m fine to my best friend, she didn’t buy a word, Guess my face is tellin’ secrets my mouth ain’t ever heard. --- CHORUS I’m in a coffee-stained hoodie, hair lookin’ like a nest, Slippin’ down the gas station aisle in my slippers, hot mess. And there you are at pump four, lookin’ like a ten, While I’m over here smellin’ like “shoulda stayed in.” Yeah, I’m the before picture, baby, that’s a fact, But even at my worst, I’m still the best you ever had. So go on, take a mental Polaroid, boy, ’Cause this real-life version’s the one you get to enjoy. --- VERSE 2 I’ve been tellin’ everybody that I’m livin’ my best life, But I still check your socials like I’m tryna catch a flight. I laugh it off in public, act like I don’t give a damn, But my heart still does that stupid flip when your name lights up again. I’m tryin’ to play it cool, but cool ain’t in my skillset yet, I’m half “I’m over you,” half “girl, don’t let him see you sweat.” --- PRE-CHORUS I said I’m good to my mama, she just raised a brow, Guess the truth gets louder when you try to shut it down. --- CHORUS I’m in a coffee-stained hoodie, hair lookin’ like a nest, Slippin’ down the gas station aisle in my slippers, hot mess. And there you are at pump four, lookin’ like a ten, While I’m over here smellin’ like “shoulda stayed in.” Yeah, I’m the before picture, baby, that’s a fact, But even at my worst, I’m still the best you ever had. So go on, take a mental Polaroid, boy, ’Cause this real-life version’s the one you get to enjoy. --- BRIDGE Maybe I ain’t over you, but I’m over feelin’ small, If you didn’t love me at my mess, you didn’t love me at all. So here’s to every grocery run where I look like a wreck, I’m still the girl you think about .... yeah, I’d bet on that. --- FINAL CHORUS I’m in a coffee-stained hoodie, hair lookin’ like a nest, But I’m done bein’ embarrassed... this is me, no filter left. And there you are at pump four, lookin’ like a ten, But I’m walkin’ past you smilin’ like I’m better than I’ve been. Yeah, I’m the before picture, baby, that’s a fact, But even at my worst, I’m still the best you ever had. So go on, take a mental Polaroid, boy, ’Cause this perfectly imperfect girl is movin’ on with joy. ---
