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