I smell you in his car's air freshener, the same one you had in your rearview

And I tasted it on a stranger's lips, the chapstick you'd sometimes let me use

And I hear it in the songs that we used to listen to

And I have to turn them off, I guess it feels like the right thing to do

But somewhere I feel like you're watching and you're scoffing as my eyes are dry

Yeah, somewhere I feel like you're waiting for me to give you a second try

I feel you in the clothes that I borrowed but never returned

They're going to the thrift store tomorrow, it's better than being burned

And I see you in the art on my walls and I see you in the mirror

When I look at myself, I see all the ways you twisted my appearance

But somewhere I feel like you're watching and you're scoffing cause I'll never be her

Yeah, somewhere I feel like you're watching and you're scoffing cause I'll never be her

I'll never be her

No, I'll never be her

No, I'll never be her

And I like to pretend that you thought of us as equals

You see yourself as God and all of us, we're just people

And somewhere I feel like you're watching and you're scoffing at all the other girls just like me

But somehow I feel like I've landed right where I am supposed to be