Perfect Strangers

Pop, Alternative

[Verse 1] She's got the body that I see in every ad Flat stomach, perfect skin, the life I've never had Running every morning with a smile on her face While I can't look at mirrors without feeling out of place He's got abs and confidence, posting shirtless pics Living in the gym while I'm here eating chips They make it look so easy, like they're never insecure While I'm drowning in comparison, I can't take anymore [Pre-Chorus] Why does everyone look better than I do? Why does perfect come so easy for you? [Chorus] Perfect strangers living perfect lives online With their perfect bodies and their perfect state of mind I'm here struggling, trying just to feel okay While they're thriving, shining, never having bad days Perfect strangers, wish I had what they possess Skinny waist and discipline, I'm just a mess Comparing my beginning to their highlight reel Perfect strangers make me question what is real [Verse 2] She eats whatever she wants, never gains a pound I gain weight from looking at food, that's how it goes down They're at the beach in bikinis, confident and free While I'm hiding in my hoodie, that's the real me Gym selfies, meal prep, six AM runs every day Meanwhile I can't find motivation, I just stay In bed scrolling through their feeds, feeling worse each time Wondering why I can't have that life, that body, that climb [Bridge] But maybe what I'm seeing isn't really true Maybe they're just showing me what they want me to view Filters, angles, perfect lighting, carefully designed Maybe perfect strangers are struggling in their mind [Breakdown] Nobody posts the breakdowns, nobody shows the scars Nobody's perfect, even the Instagram stars The comparison trap is stealing all my joy My worth isn't measured by the image they employ [Chorus - Final] Perfect strangers living curated lives online With their filtered bodies and their manufactured state of mind I'm done struggling, trying to be what they portray Their highlight reel isn't real, I'm learning day by day Perfect strangers, they don't have what I thought Every body's different, comparison's for naught Done comparing my reality to their designed appeal Perfect strangers taught me what I see isn't real [Outro] I'm more than my body, more than what I see Perfect strangers can't define what's perfect for me Learning to love the skin I'm in, the journey's mine to take Perfect was always an illusion, time to fully wake