I kinda wanna throw my phone across the room ‘Cause all I see are girls too good to be true With paper-white teeth and perfect bodies Wish I didn’t care I know that beauty is not my lack But it feels like that weight is on my back And I can’t let it go Co-comparison is killin’ me slowly I think, I think too much ‘Bout kids who don’t know me I’m so sick of myself I’d rather be, rather be Anyone, anyone else But jealousy, jealousy Started followin me Started followin me