my friend in San Francisco sends me pictures
of her new friends, and I realize
how trapped I am here
how I can never really leave.
All the girls in California
are as thin as I used to be
and all this Midwest living
has changed me, man, I’m lost.
Boys still smile at me at the grocery store
and I feel so pretty here
a little thinner than the average
at my worse if I was young.
My friend in San Francisco
sends me pictures of her new life
I tell her how I’m pretty here
and why I’ll never leave.
