[Intro]
E C# F#m A
[Verse]
E C#
Cherry lip, apocalypse
F#m A
The world ends at her perfect hips
E C#
Sweetest smile on the internet
F#m A F#m
How could I compete with that
E C#
God perfected, and I'm defective
F#m A
They say beauty’s just subjective
E C#
Guess I never got the message
F#m A F#m
Call it Instagram depression
[Pre-Chorus]
E E/D#
Don’t be critical, I'm so miserable
C#m A F#m
I compare myself to all this physical
E E/D#
All things digital, pretty on a screen
C#m F#m A
I wish that was me, I got
[Chorus]
E C# F#m
Self dysmorphia, (dysmorphia)
E C# F#m A
A constant reminder I was made wrong (made wrong, made wrong)
A E C# F#m
I got a full me phobia
A E C# F#m
This party'd be better with me, me gone (me gone)
A E C# F#m
Hmm I wonder why (dysmorphia)
A E C# F#m A
Hmm I wonder why (made wrong, made wrong)
[Verse]
E C#
Dirty mirror on the wall
F#m A
Who's the fairest of them all
E C#
Its not me but I could find
F#m A F#m
A billion girls to fit that type
E C#
And I’m just typecast as the friend
F#m A
I'll make you laugh but not the prettiest
E C#
I keep trying to work on me
F#m A F#m
But you can't photograph a personality
[Pre-Chorus]
E E/D#
Don’t be critical, I'm so miserable
C#m A F#m
I compare myself to all this physical
E E/D#
All things digital, pretty on a screen
C#m F#m A
I wish that was me, I got
[Chorus]
E C# F#m
Self dysmorphia, (dysmorphia)
E C# F#m A
A constant reminder I was made wrong (made wrong, made wrong)
A E C# F#m
I got a full me phobia
A E C# F#m
This party'd be better with me, me gone (me gone)
A E C# F#m
Hmm I wonder why (dysmorphia)
A E C# F#m A
Hmm I wonder why (made wrong, made wrong)
[Outro]
E C# F#m
(dysmorphia)
E C# F#m A
Cherry lip apocalypse
The world ends at her perfect hips
The sweetest smile on the internet
How could I compete with that?
God perfected and I'm defective
They say beauty's just subjective
Guess I never got the message
Call it Instagram depression
Don't be critical, I'm so miserable
I compare myself to all this physical
All things digital, pretty on a screen
I wish that was me
I've got self dysmorphia (dysmorphia)
A constant reminder I was made wrong (made wrong, made wrong)
I've got a full me phobia
This party'd be better with me, me gone (me gone, me gone)
Hm, I wonder why (dysmorphia)
Hm, I wonder why (made wrong, made wrong)
Dirty mirror on the wall
Who's the fairest of them all?
It's not me, but I could find
A billion girls to fit that type
And I'm just typecast as the friend
I'll make you laugh but not the prettiest
I keep trying to work on me
But you can't photograph a personality
Don't be critical, I'm so miserable
I compare myself to all this physical
All things digital, pretty on a screen
I wish that was me
I've got self dysmorphia (dysmorphia)
A constant reminder I was made wrong (made wrong, made wrong)
I've got a full me phobia
This party'd be better with me, me gone (me gone, me gone)
Hm, I wonder why (dysmorphia)
Hm, I wonder why (made wrong, made wrong)
(Dysmorphia)
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