Pretty Girls

And I'm so sick and tired of seeing pretty girls on the internet
And I might just throw my phone out of the window for the hell of it
Bc its getting old
Reminds me I've been alone
For far too long

And I'm so sick and tired of seeing all my friends go out without me
And watching all the better times play out inside my memory
Yeah its getting old
Reminds me that I'm alone
And you’re far gone

And talking to the mirror
I should listen when he says to
Draw the line

But how am I supposed
To trust the one I've been avoiding all this time
He's not even my type

And I'm so sick and tired of hearing about
The people I'm trying to be
And trying to figure out from their accounts
How to make them think of me
I think that I'm getting older
Reminds me I've been alone
For far too long

And talking to the mirror
I should listen when he says to
Draw the line

But how am I supposed
To trust the one I've been avoiding all this time
He's not even my type

Your words fade away
They can't break my fall
And I'm straining my voice
You can't hear me at all
And I feel my pulse in my fingertips
I can feel me slip
I can feel me slipping

Your words fade away
They can't break my fall
And I'm straining my voice
You can't hear me at all

He's not even my type