Lyrics

We're dressed to the nines We stress that we're fine Go out every night, hey We're lost in the dark We're barely a spark We're both just pretending We're something we're not I re-position my hands, my hair, my cheek So you might listen to me I've been conditioned to win A piece of the war you started What if we turned the light on And we just got honest? What if everybody said what They really wanted to say? And stop trying to hide the way I did before I've got no filter anymore, ooh I've got no filter anymore, ooh So quick to critique You're painting a screen Of how I should look, how to feel, what to think But never really see me I re-position my hands, my hair, my cheek So you might listen to me I've been conditioned to win a Piece of the war you started What if we turned the light on And we just got honest? What if everybody said what They really wanted to say? And stop trying to hide the way I did before I've got no filter anymore, ooh I've got no filter anymore, ooh I re-position my hands, my hair, my cheek So you might listen to me I'm done competing with who I am And who you want me to be What if we turned the light on And we just got honest? What if everybody said what They really wanted to say? And stop trying to hide the way I did before I've got no filter anymore, ooh I've got no filter anymore, ooh What if we turned the light on And we just got honest? What if everybody said what They really wanted to say? And stop trying to hide the way I did before I've got no filter anymore, ooh I've got no filter anymore, ooh
Writer(s): Rebekah Powell, Jessica Sharman, Elizabeth Ward Thomas, Catherine Ward Thomas Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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