Some bodies don't match their heads
Some brains wish their bodies were dead
Some see themselves as defective
Some know they're not broken
They just don't fit in
Some bodies hide the pain
Masking insecurity
Under plastic under paint
When that's all we see
On movies and TV
Then the mirror becomes our worst enemy
Pathetic thoughts fill this head
So mad at how we're so misled
So glad to be outside looking in
I hope you see
You're not just anybody
This body wants full control
It's just a rental car for the soul
Drive it like you can't take it home
Turn it up
Tune em out
Don't look around
Just go
When we stop holding on
When the memory is gone
When we know that
No bodies are wrong
No body is who we are
Nobody's body is wrong
Turn it up
No body is who we are
Tune em out