I think my hair stopped growin'
Is that even a thing?
Haven't lost any of it, but
Something ain't the same

Maybe it's a metaphor
Is it even that deep?
I think my hair stopped growin'
Or is it me?

I called Phil a couple times, he's probably sick of me
He said: Go easy on yourself, but what does that even mean?
Sounds like good advice, but
I just can't hear it right now

Hit me like a gut punch
I hurt my own feelings
How did I get so good at being mean to myself?
I should turn the heat down
Tell myself to chill out
Damn, I really hate the way I talk to myself

Hit me like a–
(Mm, yeah, la-da-da)
(Mm, yeah, la-da-da)
(Mm, yeah, la-da-da)
Hit me like a–

When the hell did I start tryin' to be perfect?
People-pleasin', is it ever really worth it?
Fake-smilin' just to pass the time
It's the only way I've been gettin' by

Looked at myself and I can't even recognize
Who I am behind those eyes
One big disguise

Hit me like a gut punch
I hurt my own feelings
How did I get so good at being mean to myself?
I should turn the heat down
Tell myself to chill out
Damn, I really hate the way I talk to myself

Hit me like a–

Now, what would it be like
If I just tried bein' nice
To the person that I'm seein' in the mirror? Yeah
If you find that inner child
Haven't seen him for a while
Let him know he's doin' fine

Hit me like a gut punch
I hurt my own feelings
How did I get so good at being mean to myself?
I should turn the heat down
Tell myself to chill out
Damn, I really hate the way I talk to myself

Hit me like a–
(Mm, yeah, la-da-da)
(Mm, yeah, la-da-da) yeah, yeah, oh-oh
(Mm, yeah, la-da-da, la-da-da) yeah
Hit me like a gut punch
(Mm, yeah, la-da-da)
(Mm, yeah, la-da-da) oh-oh-oh
(Mm, yeah, la-da-da, la-da-da, la-da-da) yeah