[Verse 1]
Dear the 21st century
God, I've had enough
Dear the 21st century
What have you made of us?

[Pre-Chorus]
’Cause I'm so tired of going outside
And looking at other girls
And just thinking to myself
Would I be happier if I were her?

[Chorus]
Oh, beauty standards are getting high
And so are fourteen-year-olds
How is it already July?
Oh, the fast the year could go
When you are just thinking, "Does he like me?"
"Will she comment on my post?"
"Will he follow? Will she share it?"
Or will they see through my fake ass photos

[Verse 2]
Dеar the 21st century
Why are things so complicatеd?
Dear the 21st century
Oh, just get my damn phone confiscated
[Pre-Chorus]
'Cause I’m so sick and tired of going online
And comparing myself to everyone else
I'm so sick and tired of going online
And thinking who's living life best?

[Chorus]
Oh, beauty standards are getting high
And so are my stress levels
There's so much to be offended by
You've got to be so careful

[Bridge]
My feet are hurting from walking on eggshells
But we've still got to look pretty
So I'll just step outside with my bleeding feet and think
What a pity

[Outro]
Oh, dear the 21st century
I've had enough
Dear the 21st century
What have you made of us?