I'm getting better at not saying sorry

And just forgiving myself

I'm getting better at calling your bullshit

Within a reasonable doubt

I'm always making these jokes about manners

And how lost everyone out here seems to be

But honestly, I'm the type of woman who profusely apologizes when I shouldn't be

I really try not to think about the years

And all the people and the time I wasted on them

I really try to think it was all very meaningful

And it was just building up to be this really great moment

'Cause there's so many ways to live and there's so many reasons to cry

And with just a little bit of a privilege, you can start believing your own lies

I used to be fine being the only woman in the room

But then, man, all that noise just starts to get to you

I keep dreaming that someone's truly trying to kill me

And I wake up breathless and terrified to move

Just another reason why we keep our loved ones by our side

'Cause there's no getting out, there's only getting through it

I'm getting better at walking away and closing the door loudly behind me

'Cause there's no trophy at the end of the day for being easy-going and charming