I kinda wanna throw my phone across the room 'Cause all I see are girls too good to be true With paper-white teeth and perfect bodies Wish I didn't care I know their beauty's not my lack But it feels like that weight is on my back And I can't let it go Co-comparison is killing me slowly I think, I think too much 'Bout kids who don't know me I'm so sick of myself I'd rather be, rather be Anyone, anyone else My jealousy, jealousy Started following me (he-he-he, he-he)