Blond hair falls just above her sholder
She's nineteen, but she looks a little older

With a prom queen smile
And a cool vintage style
You're obsessed with her
And I don't blame you for it

But I'll never look like her
Not even if I tried
I'll never be cooler, not even if I lied

Oh, she's whole where I am broken
She's great where I am good
And I'll never be like her
But you know I wish I could