Well it's a jungle out there The year 2018, I didn't think
We'd still be sorting babies into blue and pink
And all our progress Well I wonder what it means
That the only girls' clothes that work for me Turn out to be boyfriend jeans
Well, that's fine 'Cause I decline
A narrow set of rules that just don't work
'Cause these red lines They're not mine
And if you need me, you can find me ironing my shirt 'Cause I'm in black tie tonight
Get a postcard to my Year 11 self in a year 11 hell
Saying everything's gonna be alright
No, you won't grow out of it You will find the clothes that fit
And the images that fucked ya Were a patriarchal structure
And you never will surrender To a narrow view of gender
And I swear there'll come a day When you won't worry what they say
On the labels, on the doors You will figure out what's yours
And that it's got
Nothing to do with fitting neatly in a box
That was constructed to make it seem Like people come in just two teams
And anything that's in between ain't good enough
And you will love And you'll be loved
And you're in black tie tonight Get a postcard to my Year 11 self in a Year 11 hell
Darling everything's gonna be alright
No, you won't grow out of it You will find the clothes that fit
And the images that fucked ya Were a patriarchal structure
No you never will surrender To that narrow view of gender
And there's folks you've yet to meet But you're exactly up their street
And they've been waiting just as long To hear someone sing this song
And better days are on their way When it won't matter what they say
On the labels, on the doors You will figure out what's yours
And girl, you're gonna be so happy And girl, you're gonna be just fine
And girl, you're gonna be so happy Down the line, down the line