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I've never been religious
But I still kept the cross
They gave my mama
Way before I was even a thought
I like to keep mementos
Instead of memories
Forget the guy
But keep the five-dollar bottle of wine.
Every feeling becomes clutter on my shelf
Can't help myself.
Uh-oh...
I might be unlovable
'cause it ends in heartbreak every time
Uh-oh...
I might be unlovable
Holier than thou's nobody's type
Uh-oh...
I might be unlovable
I don't know what makes somebody fuckable, I'd like to know
Would somebody show me?
Oh no...
I have a lot of free time till I die.
I am my mother's daughter
Allergic to compromise
I can't admit it when I'm wrong or when I tell a lie
I never had a father
So he can't take the blame
For all the things that make me someone I wish I could change.
Every feeling becomes clutter on my shelf
Can't help myself.
Uh-oh...
I might be unlovable
'cause it ends in heartbreak every time
Uh-oh...
I might be unlovable
Holier than thou's nobody's type
Uh-oh...
I might be unlovable
I don't know what makes somebody fuckable, I'd like to know
Would somebody show me?
Oh no...
I have a lot of free time till I die.
No one's alone?
No one's alone
Sure, if you say so!
I say so
No one's alone?
No one's alone
Sure, if you say so!
I say so.
Uh-oh...
I might be unlovable
I don't know what makes somebody fuckable, I'd like to know
Would somebody show me?
Oh no...
I have a lot of free time till I die
Oh no...
I have a lot of free time till I die.
Album
 UnloveableMore music by Bea Miller
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