This is how you'll have to tell her
When she says “do you think I'm prettier than her?”
Just touch the sky like there's no right answer
We used to sneak out in the summer
Like someone had asked us to come over
But we had nowhere to go
So we'd just wander
I'm still mad that we all wound up here
With the same distorted view
I was hoping that one of us would have made it out
But we're still wading through
A waist-deep water
Cannon fodder
I know that I'm my mother's daughter
In a waist-deep water
Cannon fodder
I know that I'm my mother's daughter