Aren't you tired
Of being easy
Cutting yourself
Into pieces
Bite sized
Perfect prize
Stepford breezy
Starved for validation
It doesn't matter how you do it girl you'll do it wrong
That voice inside your head was right about you all along
So why be small, good, obedient
When you can be
Too much, too loud, to fit in
They said being yourself was a sin
Burn the cage they built for you
Let them all die of boredom
While they wait to be told what do
Spent a lifetime
Hunching shoulders
Checking boxes
That's all over
6'2
In these boots
I only bought to
Crush your expectations
It doesn't matter how you do it girl you'll do it wrong
Cry all the men whose time at last has come and gone
So why be small, good, obedient
When you can be
Too much, too loud, to fit in
They said being yourself was a sin
Burn the cage they built for you
Let them all die of boredom
While they wait to be told what do
Tennis white and country club blues
Wasted youth trying to prove
Yourself to a target that moves
A good way to lose
Tennis white and country club blues
Wasted youth trying to prove
Yourself to a target that moves
A good way to lose
Too much, too loud, to fit in
They said being yourself was a sin
Burn the cage they built for you
For you for you for you be too be too be too be too
Let them all die of boredom
