Lyrics by Eva Beatrice Pacurar

(Verse 1)
Think I better stop thinking
Of how 'bouts and what ifs
Silly dreams and fairytales
And things that don't exist
Cause I spent so much time
Just imagining my life
So I still act like 17
When I'm really 25

(Pre-Chorus)
I write beautiful songs
Give some really good advice
I praise rights and call out wrongs
God, I must seem pretty nice..

(Chorus)
Wish I'd practice what I preach, wish that I led with my head
If only I'd listen to my own damn fucking self
All of my old trophies as reminders on a shelf
Whats it like going to sleep and not dream to wake up dead?
If only I'd listen to my goddamn fucking self..

(Verse 2)
Think it's time I started burning every page
Learning what it's like to remember my real age
I used to sit down when they all got up to dance
Now I follw the beat any time I get the chance
Won't be chasing boys who don't even text back
Thinking that they're real good men
Still look at their zodiac
Look! a Taurus, again!

(Chorus)
If only I'd listen to my goddamn fucking self
If I'd practice what I preach, had my heart led by my head
All of my old trophies as reminders on a shelf
What its like going to sleep and not dream to wake up dead?
If only I'd listen to my own damn fucking self