Scrolling on my phone again, double-tapping Instagram,
I don't really like how I feel.
Watching someone else's life, then I go comparing mine
to a glossy highlight reel.
And it's always sunny weather, they're so well put-together,
seems like everybody's living the dream.
And I'm still in last night's makeup, the kids are waking me up,
I've got cheerios stuck to my feet.
So what? I'm not picture-perfect,
it's messy but it's working just the way it is.
So what? It's the scars that make us,
there's beauty in the chaos of how we really live.
I may not influence another, be the world's greatest mother
or a model wife.
But I don't need a pretty picture to know I've got a beautiful life.
Like Alice down the rabbit hole chasing what's uncatchable,
temptations each way that I turn.
I used to feel ten feet tall, now I'm shrinking, oh, so, small.
When the hell am I gonna learn?
So what? I'm not picture-perfect,
it's messy but it's working just the way it is.
So what? It's the scars that make us,
there's beauty in the chaos of how we really live.
I may not influence another, be the world's greatest mother
or a model wife.
But I don't need a pretty picture to know I've got a beautiful life.
There's a million ways to frame it but I would never change it,
even if I haven't figured it out.
My inner critic starts to creep up, I'm just tryin' to keep up,
all I wanna do is shout.
So what? I'm not picture-perfect,
it's messy but it's working just the way it is.
So what? It's the scars that make us,
there's beauty in the chaos of how we really live.
I may not influence another, be the world's greatest mother
or a model wife.
But I don't need a pretty picture to know I've got a beautiful life.
I don't need a pretty picture to know I've got a beautiful life.
I don't need a pretty picture to know I've got a beautiful life.