​hating myself in the summer

Yeah, it’s all been said before
In a couple hundred films and songs
Where the unassuming pretty girl
Learns she’s been seeing herself wrong

But I promise this isn't that kind of story
I stare at the mirror and it’s purgatory
With puckered skin between two fingers

What a losing game
Tired of hating myself in the summer
They say look a certain way
Well I’m giving up, what a bummer
Oh, I’m tired of
Tired of hating myself in the summer
Oh, I'm tired of

My little sister looks just like me
And I don’t mean to make it worse
But I see her move carefully
Taking in the things I’d never say to her

And I know that the topic gets kinda boring
Everyone's SAD and used to ignoring it
But you would never get that from the pictures

What a losing game
Tired of hating myself in the summer
They say look a certain way
Well I’m giving up, what a bummer
Oh, I’m tired of
Tired of hating myself in the summer
Oh, I'm tired of

I'm so tired of shallow conversations
Lies and turned down invitations
Busy finding reasons not to go
So done worrying 'bout what I eat
And the number tucked into my jeans
And comparing pretty faces on a screen

What a losing game
Tired of hating myself in the summer
They say look a certain way
Well I’m giving up, what a bummer
Oh, I’m tired of
Tired of hating myself in the summer
Oh, I'm tired of

Oh, I'm tired of
Oh, I’m tired of
Tired of hating myself in the summer