There's an old video on my mom's phone
I must've been six or maybe seven years old
Telling her, "There's no way in hell I'm getting married
You're gonna have to drag me down the aisle"
I have memories of sitting at the TV
Thinking none of my friends think like me
But they sure seem silly while they crush on the boys on screen
I must've written 500 songs
Have callouses to prove it, just me and the music
But something always just felt wrong
Words without a tune, a wedding with a groom
Thеn I realized, I've nеver written one song about a boy
Then I'm 13, walking with my friends down the hallway
They're talking about the dance on Friday
Wondering which boy will ask them, but I don't even wanna go
And at 16, I'm wondering why I hate the movies
Where some guy sweeps some girl off her feet
But somewhere deep down, I think I know, 'cause
I must've written 500 songs
Have callouses to prove it, just me and the music
But something always just felt wrong
Words without a tune, a wedding with a groom
Then I realized, I've never written one song about a boy
And oh-oh-oh, the world feels lighter now
I'm almost 20 and oh-oh-oh
The world looks brighter now, now that I'm happy and
My parents say it's nice to watch me look so free
And I think that I am finally me
I must've written 500 songs
Have callouses to prove it, just me and the music
But something always just felt wrong
Words without a tune, a wedding with a groom
Then I realized, I've never written one song about a boy