[Verse 1]
Tuesday morning, closet looks like a stranger moved in,
Sold my flannel Monday, bought it back again by Friday — spin.
Group chat drops a word I've never heard but I say "facts,"
Screenshot the slang before the trend forgets its tracks.
Mirror's got four versions of me hanging on one rack,
Skater, prep, cottage-core, and one I can't take back.
Boss says "synergy," I write it down to practice later,
Nod along at the party like I'm the one who made it.
New ringtone, new playlist, new way to say "I'm tired,"
Running toward a sunset that keeps getting retired.
[Chorus]
I keep trying on a hundred selves before the mirror's dry,
Hoping one of them looks less like saying goodbye.
I keep trying on a hundred selves before the mirror's dry,
Hoping one of them looks less like saying goodbye.
[Verse 2]
My friend Dana still wears the jacket from two thousand nine,
Says "it works, it's warm, it's mine" — plain, simple design.
She taught me a trick: ask if I like it, or if they do,
Then write down three words that are actually true to you.
Called my cousin — still says "rad," never once a flinch,
He's not behind the times, he just never moved the inch.
Kept one old shirt just to remember my own weather,
Let the vocabulary settle like wool getting better.
Now when the lingo shifts I let it pass me like a bus,
I don't need every ride — there's always another coming, trust.
[Verse 3]
Found a photo from freshman year, laughed at the bangs I had,
Didn't delete it this time, kept it taped beside the pad.
Turns out the kid in the picture knew something I forgot,
That trying is the whole point, not whether you got it hot.
My sister says she can't name a single trend from June,
But she hums her own kind of static, finds her own kind of tune.
I'm learning now to ask the mirror what it actually sees,
Not just a stack of borrowed selves but something close to me.
So when the feed moves on tomorrow and leaves yesterday behind,
I'll keep the parts that fit me, and let the rest unwind.
[Bridge]
Some days the ache still hits when the whole room shifts at once,
I check my own reflection, wonder who's the slower one.
It's hard to watch a wave roll by and not feel small and late,
Some nights I still borrow words I haven't learned to translate.
[Chorus]
I keep trying on a hundred selves before the mirror's dry,
Hoping one of them looks less like saying goodbye.
I keep trying on a hundred selves before the mirror's dry,
Hoping one of them looks less like saying goodbye.
[Chorus]
I keep trying on a hundred selves before the mirror's dry,
Hoping one of them looks less like saying goodbye.
I keep trying on a hundred selves before the mirror's dry,
Hoping one of them looks less like saying goodbye.