Adult Size Medium Hilary Duff

Air drying our sheets
Covering our gender
With an oversized fleece
Listening to records that meant something probably
When we were twenty-three and horny
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Smiling with our teeth
Habitually repeating I'm a bad bitch, please
Us having no money was so fucking funny
It never got tired or boring
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I'm pulling on holes
Of an adult size medium
The twenty year old me still in here
I'm waking up to a dream sequence
Sometimes I can't see me in it
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Was it a sip of wine or Aperol
I remember everything and nothing at all
I'm waking up to a dream sequence
Sometimes I can't see me in it
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Was any of it worth it after all?
Is my reflection someone else's I stole?
But if it's mine can I still keep it
If I can't see me in it
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Texture on our skin
We were just at Beechers
With a guy to get in
Sweating out a fever
With our latest imprint
Then walking to the after party
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Now on the other side
Of cherry-flavored ChapStick
There's some greyish highlights
Reminding me that nobody runs faster than time
It's heart breaking and reassuring
It's sinking in
I'm sinking in
I'm sinking
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Pulling on holes
Of an adult size medium
I really don't know how I got here
I'm waking up to a dream sequence
Sometimes I can't see me in it
♪
Was it a sip of wine or Aperol
I remember everything and nothing at all
I'm waking up to a dream sequence
Sometimes I can't see me in it
♪
Was any of it worth it after all?
Is my reflection someone else's I stole?
But if it's mine can I still keep it?
If I can't see me in it
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Try hards
Icons
Sunday mornings
Super Bowls
Turn Ons
Tampons
Edibles
And booty calls
I remember it all
And I remember nothing
How did we get here?
Was it luck or something?
Was it luck or something?
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I remember it all
And I remember nothing
How did we get here?
Was it luck or something?
Was it luck or something?