Do you ever wonder why I
Only show up in blurry photographs?
Why I feel I have to hide
When other's perceptions give me panic attacks?
So when I am out, si'm out behind trees
I'll hide in the forest where I can be free
Maybe to you it sounds a little strange
But maybe I can't be a supermodel skinny, kinda pretty girl
Maybe I wanna be a cryptid, maybe I don't want to exist in this world
When everyone's comments turn into scars, and everyone lies and says, "Be who you are"
What if I wanna be a cryptid?
Maybe my ideal body is Bigfoot's
Do you think that I'd still hate my body
If I grew wings and disappeared into the sky?
I don't think anybody's words would matter
When I can swoop down and kill them from 30 feet high
So when I feel sad, I'll screech in the night
Confuse all my neighbors or give them a fright
Then wonder why they think I'm a little strange
Maybe I can't be a supermodel skinny, kinda pretty girl
Maybe I wanna be a cryptid, maybe I don't want to exist in this world
When everyone's comments turn into scars
And everyone lies and says, "Be who you are"
What if I wanna be a cryptid?
Maybe my ideal body is Mothman's
Lately, I've been putting the 'cry' in cyptid
Wishing I could melt into swamps
Beady red eyes can't see beauty standards
And stealing someone's skin would hide all my flaws
Maybe I can't be a supermodel skinny, kinda pretty girl
Maybe I wanna be a cryptid, maybe I don't want to exist in this world
When everyone's comments turn into scars
And everyone lies and says, "Be who you are"
What if I wanna be a cryptid?
Maybe my ideal body is Mothman's