1. Gorgeous
"Why'd she get in the truck?"
"I mean, she said yes to the drink…"
"Why'd she go upstairs then?"
"Hope she don't ruin his future."
[VERSE 1]
I say yes to the drink to seem mature.
Calm palms on the sink—he's done this before.
I watch his back, he's got my glass and somethin' between.
Didn't know that the foam on top wasn't clean.
It burns like soap, like plastic in my throat,
He says, "Drink more," so I swallow the choke.
Now the bottle's half gone—I let it fall on the floor.
My vision blurry, my body a metaphor.
On his knees, wipes it up, says "Go to the bed."
My goosebumps hurt, I quiet my shaking breath.
He says, 'Bend over' — I wanna stand, body won't.
Chain on the ceiling fan keeps the metronome.
It's over fast—he walks off like a ghost.
I'm not a virgin now. It drips to my toes.
Dizzy and turned blue, I race to the gate.
He said he'd get me back by curfew, but I was late.
[CHORUS]
Gorgeous isn't a compliment.
It's how I reclaim my innocence.
Gorgeous is what rose when my body bent.
It's the part of me that never got asked consent.
Gorgeous is the first lie I swallowed, the mask in the cup.
It's the years I felt like trash in the dump.
Gorgeous is my resurrection.
It's the way I learn to love my own reflection.
[VERSE 2]
I bleed alone and learn to scrub the stain.
They say, "You don't even know pain."
They say, "Be sweet, be nice, others have it worse."
So I stay still and swallow the curse.
I am bulimia inside their filtered dream.
I am a migraine locked in a caged-jaw scream.
Gorgeous means a waist and a porn-star pout.
A silent reward he can choke or shout.
I play the doll they dress in silence pink.
They call it love when I start to shrink.
I carve my name inside the culture's grin.
And smile with teeth—I never let them win.
[CHORUS]
Gorgeous isn't a compliment.
It's how I reclaim my innocence.
Gorgeous is what rose when my body bent.
It's the part of me that never got asked consent.
Gorgeous is the first lie I swallowed, the mask in the cup.
It's the years I felt like trash in the dump.
Gorgeous is my resurrection.
It's the way I learn to love my own reflection.
[BRIDGE]
It wasn't the first, it wasn't the last.
Different men, who didn't ask.
I learned to go limp,
too scared to see what they'd do if I didn't.
I learned to answer the door with a knife,
too scared to see what they'd do if I didn't.
I learned to say yes before they'd take,
too scared to see what they'd do if I didn't.
[CHORUS]
Gorgeous isn't a compliment.
It's how I reclaim my innocence.
Gorgeous is what rose when my body bent.
It's the part of me that never got asked consent.
Gorgeous is the lie they dressed in trust.
It's the scream I stitched from rust.
Gorgeous is my resurrection.
It's the way I learn to love my own reflection.
[OUTRO]
Still gorgeous.
Even after all of it.
