Wishful Thinking

I spend a lot of time persuading myself I’m enough

Just when I barely believe it, seems now I’m too much

Find myself holding on to the parts I wouldn’t miss

Wondering what I did wrong that I turned out like this

Hungry to get out of this whatever I’m in

Homesick for somewhere that I’ve never been

The mirrors all lie and my clothes keep on shrinking 

But I’m not convinced that it’s not wishful thinking

You tell me this body of mine earned every stripe

And maybe some women lean into that hype

I don’t feel like a goddess on the bathroom floor

Cradling this tired and desperate form 

Hungry to get out of this whatever I’m in

Homesick for somewhere that I’ve never been

The mirrors all lie and my clothes keep on shrinking 

But I’m not convinced that it’s not wishful thinking

There’s no magic words and there’s no perfect angle 

No golden hour lighting will ever untangle

The way that I see myself

Somewhere at the start, somewhere near the beginning 

The notion that I might deserve happy endings

Was quietly, brutally quelled

I’m still hungry to get out of this whatever I’m in

Homesick for somewhere that I’ve never been

The mirrors all lie and my clothes keep on shrinking 

But I’m not convinced that it’s not wishful thinking