They told her all her thoughts were bad,

Then used the best ones that she had,

Rearranged the letters, and spelled out their own name.

She stole the show, but they stole the bow,

And she’s still in the wrong somehow,

For asking why it has to be that way.

And ooh, isn’t it amazing?

That she’s running for her life, and still two steps behind.

And ooh isn’t it amazing?

That it’s plain as day, and all we can say is…

Can you cry it out in therapy, Kintsugi?

Cuz we can’t give accountability, Kintsugi.

Can you go away for a little while? Fix it up, and then come back and smile?

It’s the only version of you we want to see, Kintsugi.

They take her picture over time to count up all of her laugh lines

As the numbers grow, she fades out of the frame.

They said the game was black and white,

Till she told them what she wore that night.

Then suddenly, all the rules were grey.

And ooh, isn’t it amazing?

That she’s on top of the world, and they say “for a girl”.

And ooh isn’t it amazing?

That she bares the weight, of what she didn’t break.

Can you cry it out in therapy, Kintsugi?

Cuz we can’t give accountability, Kintsugi.

Can you go away for a little while? Fix it up, and then come back and smile?

It’s the only version of you we want to see, Kintsugi.

She’s in a million pieces, and I don’t think that she can break again.

She's in a million pieces, and I don't think that she can break again.

Can you cry it out in therapy, Kintsugi?

Cuz we can't give accountability, Kintsugi.

Can you go away for a little while? Fix it up, and then come back and smile?

It's the only version of you we want to see, Kintsugi.