Lyrics Catie Turner – Misery Loves Company

I would rather be called untalented instead of fat
Isn’t that fucking bizarre?
That we care less about how a person thinks
Just inches off their waist

At age seven, ice cream sundaes taste like heaven
But a moment on the lips last forever on the hips
At age thirteen, you say «What I eat will catch up to me»
God forbid I enjoy my teens
Will this make all the middle school boys like me?

Oh, I was taught to hate myself
And it’s spreading like a disease
And you, you can win
If you show a bit of confidence
They’ll use their words and
Try to mark up your skin
Misery loves company
And they want you to be like them

I wish I could be as small
As other make made feel
And if comparisons can be deadly
It’s a miracle I’m still alive
Guess I learned, huh?

Now I’m age nineteen in the industry of bodies
On a stage I’ll try and hide
Where no one’s looking at my thighs
I’m learning to resent reality
You took the one I love the most away from me

Oh, I was taught to hate myself
And it’s spreading like a disease

Misery loves company
And they’ll never be your friend