If It’s Not God
Be pretty and don't make it look like you're trying
Told to be Esther, when I felt like Goliath
When they were wrong, I could never keep quiet
I searched for the truth, and had faith that I'd find it
Set myself on fire
Let myself be the liar
All the Sundays, I worried I'd disappoint my mom
'Cause I never understood some types of love being wrong
Something inside me was always steering left
What father picks a few just to leave the rest
I heard a voice inside my head, they disagreed
So if it wasn't God, well, thank God it was me
Thank God it was me