I'm getting better at not saying sorry And just forgiving myself I'm getting better at calling your bullshit Within a reasonable doubt I'm always making these jokes about manners And how lost everyone out here seems to be But honestly I'm the type of woman who profusely apologies when I shouldn't be I really try not to think about the years And all the people and the time I wasted on them I really try to think it was all very meaningful And it was just building up to be this really great moment Because there's so many ways to live and there's so many reasons to cry And with just a little bit of a privilege You can start believing your own lies I used to be fine being the only woman in the room But then man All that noise just starts to get to you I keep dreaming that someone's truly trying to kill me And I wake up breathless and terrified to move Just another reason why we keep our loved ones by our side 'Cause there's no getting out there's only getting through it I'm getting better at walking away And closing the door loudly behind me 'Cause there's no trophy at the end Of the day for being easy going and charming