Childhood picket fence, smells like confidence

Raised with a little more common sense

Isn't always on defense, sits up straight

Knows how to take a compliment

Jealous but the right amount isn't scared of missing out

Missing out's scared of missing her, yeah

Doesn't buy things to fill voids

Doesn't hate the sound of her own voice

If the me I am, walked out that door

That's the kind of woman I'd leave me for

Doesn't cry when someone leaves, isn't contradictory

Mind takes a break when she falls asleep

Always takes her own advice

Crosses T's and cuts her ties

Figured out sympathize from empathize

Doesn't keep those letters in a drawer

Doesn't keep a closet full of things

She bought and never wore

Gives all of her attention to the people that are with her

She still loves to dance, she still loves her sister

If the me I am, walked out that door

That's the kind of woman I'd leave me for

Hmm, hmm, hmm

Oh yeah

Jealous but the right amount, isn't scared of missing out

Missing out's scared of missing her, yeah

Doesn't buy things to fill voids

Doesn't hate the sound of her own voice

If the me I am, walked out that door

Would I miss her? Maybe, a little bit, sure

Oh, I love myself but I love her more

Yeah, that's the kind of woman I'd leave me for