[Verse 1] Friday night at the place with the sticky floor I’m pacing circles by the heavy wooden door. Wearing the jeans that make me feel like a liar, The girl in the ad was made of absolute fire. You waved from the corner in the flickering neon Like a pedestal you wanted me to be on, But you looked through me like a ghost in the mist A protagonist in a book you didn't want to exist. [Chorus] And you said, "I like the way your mind works, But I wish there was more of you to hold onto." You wouldn’t pull the trigger, You just let the safety click against my ribs. I’m a half-finished sculpture, I’m an abandoned sketch Waiting for a color that you’re never gonna fetch. God, it’s embarrassing How much you wish I was thicker. [Verse 2] So I retreated to the bathroom to rot in the glass, Watching all the pretty people happily pass. Just a deer in the high beams of your casual blast, I'm a shadow in a room that was built to last. I walked past the smokers, coughing on the truth: I’ve been a structural error since the days of my youth. A house with no backyard, a garden of stone, An architectural mistake made of marrow and bone. [Bridge] And it’s echoing! In the Uber home, in the hum of the fridge! It’s the gospel of the "not-enough" on the edge! I’m screaming in the parking lot of a 7-Eleven ‘Cause I’m thin-skinned and I’m losing my heaven! [SHOUTED] I AM A GHOST IN THRIFT-STORE DENIM! [Chorus] [Full energy, raw and gritty] Yeah, you said, "I like the way your mind works, But I wish there was more of you to hold onto." You wouldn’t pull the trigger, You just let the safety click against my ribs. God, it’s embarrassing How much you wish I was thicker. [Outro] I like you too, I guess. But I wish your heart was bigger. I wish the world was smaller. [Whispered] It’s embarrassing. How much you want more meat on the bone. It’s embarrassing.
