Flat Chested Moron

[Verse 1]
You wrote those words
like they were jokes
but they cut through skin
and they stayed in my throat
Flat chested moron
you thought that was light
I laughed in the hallway
then cried all night
[Chorus]
You say that nobody will want me for me
like my heart is empty as my old blue jeans
I carried those names
like stones in my sleeves
but I'm not your mirror
I'm not your disease
You don't get to tell me
what my body means
I'm more than the scars
you can't even see
[Verse 2]
Good days and bad days
they blur in a row
Some hands held me gentle
some pushed me below
I tried to be smaller
to fit in your frame
starving my spirit
to soften the pain
[Chorus]
You say that nobody will want me for me
like my heart is empty as my old blue jeans
I carried those names
like stones in my sleeves
but I'm not your mirror
I'm not your disease
You don't get to tell me
what my body means
I'm more than the scars
you can't even see
[Bridge]
Look at me now
breathing anyway (yeah)
Every bruise, every word
built this face
I'm done staying quiet
to keep you safe
I am not your burden
I'm my own grace
[Chorus]
So say that nobody will want me for me
I'll turn every echo into harmony
I’ll lay down those names
they fall from my sleeves
'Cause I'm not your mirror
I'm finally free
You don't get to tell me
what my body means
I'm more than the hurt
you put into me

Moody alt-pop ballad over sparse piano and distant pads, female vocals. Verse starts intimate and close-mic, then drums and bass bloom in the first chorus. Second half adds airy harmonies and a distorted guitar swell for defiant lift, ending on a raw, almost a cappella last hook with a lingering reverb tail., flat