Mom Jeans

Too many hours in my bed, and in my head

I can't make sense of anything I said

I rip my brain to shreds

I'm such a mess

Ha-ha, ha-ha, ha

All of the pressure to be better

Or whatever

Girly sweaters, wear to be like them

And I don't really wanna pretend

In my baby blue mom jeans and a baggy shirt

'Cause I don't feel like me in a miniskirt

But in my blue mom jeans I'm the king of the world

And man, I feel like a pretty girl

Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh

Oo-ooh, ooh, ooh

Oo-ooh, ooh, ooh

(Man, I feel like a pretty girl)

Mmm

Stop telling me what I should wear

Yes, I just woke up and yes, I don't really care

'Cause I'm too cool, that's a lie

I hate you all the time

And I don't wanna talk about it 'cause I'm gonna cry

And you keep telling me off saying that I'm not enough

You've got your low rise jeans

And now they've got a cuff

You wanna call me on my cell phone

Just to tell me, "Morgen, your shit blows"

In my baby blue mom jeans and a baggy shirt

'Cause I don't feel like me in a miniskirt

But in my blue mom jeans I'm the king of the world

And man I feel like a pretty girl

Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh

Oo-ooh, ooh, ooh

Oo-ooh, ooh, ooh

Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh

Oo-ooh, ooh, ooh

Oo-ooh, ooh

(Man, I feel like a pretty girl)