Things Don't Fit

Took a trip to the closet and tried on my prom dress, and it ripped I don't know why I thought it might fit I'm a whole different girl than I was when it zipped And my body looks nothing like it did with I was sixteen Not like the ones I see in magazines But it plays my guitar, so it's perfect for me So I'm gonna thank god, yeah I'm gonna thank god When things don't fit Cause why would I look like I did in high school? I hated that shit I unbutton my pants at the restaurant when I take a seat I don't calculate anything that I eat Cause no one gives a fuck bout the size of my jeans And I'm gonna thank god, yeah I'm gonna thank god When things don't fit Cause why would I look like I did in high school? I hated that shit Yeah I'm gonna thank god, yeah I'm gonna thank god When things don't fit Cause why would I look like I did in high school? I hated that shit Oh, and nobody turns 95 and wishes that they'd bodychecked Nobody looks back on life and wishes that they'd been more stressed And nobody eats birthday cake and wishes they'd enjoyed it less And nobody gives a shit if you rip up an old prom dress And I'm gonna thank god when things don't fit I'm gonna thank god, I'm gonna thank god When things don't fit I'm gonna thank god, I'm gonna thank god When things don't fit Cause why would I look like I did in high school? I hated that shit Yeah I'm gonna thank god, I'm gonna thank god When things don't fit