You tell me I'm pretty,
You tell me I'm smart,
You tell me that I'm worth it,
That I'm a work of art.
She tells me I'm pretty,
She tells me I'm smart,
She tells me she'd go the distance,
That I'm a far away heart.
He tells me I'm pretty,
He tells me I'm smart,
He tells me I'm gonna be his first kiss,
That I'm a amazing part.
But then I see you call them a work of art,
And I see her call him a far away heart,
And I see him call her a amazing part.
Then the Atychiphobia kicks in,
As I see her and him and you,
Lie and lie to me.
Because you tell everyone the same thing,
Just so you look good,
Like your saving someone.
