sick of myself

The medication didn't work

Broke up with him, it didn't hurt

Put my heart into a Prada purse

Still feel like a pyro, someone pass me a lighter

Do you ever wanna be someone?

Do you ever wanna see somebody

Else in the mirror? 'Cause nothing is clearer

To me

I'm sick of myself, sick of my clothes

Sick of these boys and their obvious jokes

Sick of my tits, sick of my shit

Bored of my car, think I'll go and crash it, oh

Who's down to trade places? I wanna swap faces

Yeah, I can be you, you can be me

We can be somebody else

I'm sick of my, sick of my—

Regret it all when I open my mouth

Should sew it up and never let it out

My skin is crawlin', must be something wrong

Your personality's nice, can I try it on?

Do you ever wanna be someone?

Do you ever wanna see somebody

Else in the mirror? 'Cause nothing is clearer

To me

I'm sick of myself, sick of my clothes

Sick of these boys and their obvious jokes

Sick of my tits, sick of my shit

Bored of my car, think I'll go and crash it, oh

Who's down to trade places?

I wanna swap faces

Yeah, I can be you, you can be me

We can be somebody else

I'm sick of my, sick of my—

I'm sick of my, sick of my—

Else

I'm sick of my, sick of my—