Yeah, so I'm good, but I'm not satisfied I miss my energy, when did I get so tired? Would 17-year-old me think of my present life? Actually, let's talk about that another time Wake me up with a tutorial I'm holding back tears in my eyes at my grandma's memorial How to be a soft girl when I've always had to be the tough guy? Think that's enough now, baby, time to cry, cry, cry And now I'm sitting on the couch on Sunday watching "Euphoria" When my middle school cousin says she has body dysmorphia And maybe 17-year-old me wasn't scared of wasting time But now I'm 25 and can't believe an open casket's where I have to say goodbye Wakin' up with a war in my mind 'Cause you can't stop death and you can't stop time How to be the soft girl when I've always had to be the tough guy? Think that's enough now, baby, need to cry, cry, cry Huh, listen to my thoughts, why they sound like that? I know I fuck you up when I'm down so bad Always tell my mama, "Never watch the news" But seriously, don't watch the news Uh, I know I said let's talk about that another time But it don't feel right to stay quiet 17-year-old me is tired, been using her as my alibi Two different shoes, roll a cigarette, smoke it in the booth And yeah, I've been blowin' up, motherfucker, I'm still confused I woke up, broke out of my mind Death can be beautiful and if you let it, so can life Tough girls can be soft girls sometimes So I wake up and if I wanna cry, I'll cry (Cry, cry, cry)