There’s an old video on my mom’s phone
I must’ve been 6 or maybe 7 years old
Telling her “There’s no way in hell I’m getting married, you gonna have to drag me down the aisle”
I have memories, sitting at the TV, thinking none of my friends think like me
But they sure seem silly when they crush on the boys on screen

I must’ve written 500 songs, have callouses to prove it, just me and the music
But something always just felt wrong
Words without a tune, a wedding with a groom
Thеn I realized, I’ve nеver written one song about a boy

Then I’m 13 with my friends at school in the hallway
They’re talking about the dance on Friday
Wondering which boy will ask them but I don’t even wanna go
And at 16 I’m wondering why I hate the movies where some guy sweeps some girl off her feet
But somewhere deep down, I think I know

Cause I must’ve written 500 songs, have callouses to prove it, just me and the music
But something always just felt wrong
Words without a tune, a wedding with a groom
Then I realized, I’ve never written one song about a boy

And oooh, the world feels lighter now
I’m almost 20 and oooh
The world looks brighter now, now that I’m happy and
My parents say it’s nice to watch me look so free
And I think that I am finally me
I must’ve written 500 songs, have callouses to prove it, just me and the music
But something always just felt wrong
Words without a tune, a wedding with a groom
Then I realized, I’ve never written one song about a boy