Be pretty and don’t make it look like you’re trying

Told to be Esther, when I felt like Goliath

When they were wrong I could never keep quiet

I searched for the truth and had faith that I’d find it

Set myself on fire

Let myself be the liar

All the Sundays I worried I’d disappoint my mom

Cause I never understood some types of love being wrong

Something inside me was always steering left

What father picks a few just to leave the rest?

I heard a voice inside my head, they disagreed

So if it wasn’t God, well thank God, it was me

Thank God it was me

They called me a sinner when I was a saint

Hiding in her bedroom praying depression away

Killing herself for eternal life

And losing her interest to be a good wife

Set myself on fire

I let them call me the liar

All the Sundays I worried I’d disappoint my mom

Cause I never understood a type of love being wrong

Something inside me was always steering left

What father picks a few just to leave the rest?

I heard a voice inside my head, they disagreed

So if that wasn’t God, if that wasn’t God it was me

Thank God it was me

Me, thank God it was me

If it was God then I don’t have to worry

He'll know why I left, why I ran in a hurry

So either way I choose I'm not wasting my life

Cause the voice in my head’s always been right

All the Sundays I worried I’d disappoint my mom

Cause I never understood a type of love being wrong

Something inside me was always steering left

No father picks a few just to leave the rest