Don't know what country I'm in, but I know how I'm feelin' (My body's always right) I knew I must've dropped my diary in the pool for a reason (Erased your every line) Did you forget the kind of bitch with whom you were dealing? (If so, I can remind) Yeah, I can fall in love hard, turn around and delete it (So I'm)
Tryin' on shoes, puttin' on glitter Anything to make me a little less bitter Favorite blue, take a pretty picture Got you like, "Fuck" You'll swear to God that I'm someone else
I can't stop You piss me off and I'll turn it out I can't stop
You roll your eyes at all my shows, and God knows I see it (All I see is you) I used to idolizе you, baby, took a year to reveal it (And thе hard truth) Is I'm not what you need? It's hard to believe You need a girl that isn't me, warming the seat Stayin' at home, it's hard to compete with someone I'm not And someone that I'll never be (So I'm)
Tryin' on shoes, puttin' on glitter Anything to make me a little less bitter Favorite blue, take a pretty picture Got you like, "Fuck" You'll swear to God that I'm someone else (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I can't stop You piss me off and I'll turn it out (Oh) I can't stop
(Ah) And maybe I'm not the girl that you thought Or maybe you loved me once, but forgot (Ah, ah) So, baby, go back to puttin' up a front (Mm, ah) (Ah) And guess I thought wrong For thinkin' you'd wait, 'cause I don't move on at your type of pace, and (Ah, ah) Can we go back and talk at your place Just, just once?
Tryin' on shoes, puttin' on glitter (Ah, ah) Anything to make me less bitter Favorite blue, take a picture (Ah, ah) Got you like, "Fuck" You'll swear to God that I'm somebody else I can't stop You piss me off, yeah, I'm turning it out I can't stop
Compositores: Tate McRae, Emile Haynie, Grant & Amy Allen