My vision is blurry, the mirror's a liar.

I wish I could see myself from way up higher.

'Cause I'm convinced I look different to everybody.

Wonder what it's like to see but not feel me.

Everybody says they love me, either want me or they don't.

Best friend, confidant, someone to trust or someone you can choke.

Always the best friend, never the bride.

Never the one to love, always to want,

'til it's too much or not enough.

Oh lover, but not love.

Love, but no lover.

My thoughts are all muddy.

There's always a motive.

I'd do anything to get myself noticed.

'Cause I'm convinced I would shapeshift for anybody.

Give them a mirror and tell them it's just me.

Everybody says they love me, either want me or they don't.

Best friend, confidant, someone to trust or someone to let go.

Always the best friend, never the bride.

Never the one to love, always to want,

'til it's too much or not enough.

Oh lover, but not love.

Love, but no lover.

It's a delicate balance, teetering between too much and missing something I had when I was sixteen.

Call it charisma, or call it delusion, of trying to be everything I've never been.

(Palms in my lap)

It's a lack of reaction

(Never any man)

sitting with palms closed

(Palms in my lap, in my lap, in my lap)

and noticing everything that I'm not saying.

It's taking advantage, salvaging the bathroom floor to fill the hole that I have left from sixteen.

But I,

(Call it charisma)

I lie,

(Call it delusion)

when I try,

(Call it charisma)

I lie,

(Call it delusion)

So I'm never the bride.

Any maybe that's fine, that I'm never the bride.

Don't think I mind, that I'm never the bride.

And maybe that's fine, I don't mind.

I lie, so I, I'm never, I'm never, never, never, I'm never no never the bride, and maybe that's fine,

that I'm always the best friend, never the bride.

Never the one to love, always to want,

'til it's too much or not enough.

Oh lover, but not love.

Love, but no lover.