unloveable Lyrics by Bea Miller
I’ve never been religious
But I still kept the cross
They gave my mama
Way before I was even a thought
I like to keep mementos
Instead of memories
Forget the guy
But keep the five-dollar bottle of wine
Every feeling becomes clutter on my shelf
Can’t help myself
Uh-oh
I might be unlovable
‘Cause it ends in heartbreak every time
Uh-oh
I might be unlovable
Holier than thou’s nobody’s type
Uh-oh
I might be unlovable
I don’t know what makes somebody fuckable, I’d like to know
Would somebody show me?
Oh no
I have a lot of free time till I die
I am my mother’s daughter
Allergic to compromise
I can’t admit it when I’m wrong or when I tell a lie
I never had a father
So he can’t take the blame
For all the things that make me someone I wish I could change
Every feeling becomes clutter on my shelf
Can’t help myself
Uh-oh
I might be unlovable
‘Cause it ends in heartbreak every time
Uh-oh
I might be unlovable
Holier than thou’s nobody’s type
Uh-oh
I might be unlovable
I don’t know what makes somebody fuckable, I’d like to know
Would somebody show me?
Oh no
I have a lot of free time till I die
No one’s alone?
No one’s alone
Sure, if you say so!
I say so
No one’s alone?
No one’s alone
Sure, if you say so!
I say so
Uh-oh
I might be unlovable
I don’t know what makes somebody fuckable, I’d like to know
Would somebody show me?
Oh no
I have a lot of free time till I die
Oh no
I have a lot of free time till I die
