| Singer | Tate McRae |
| Language | Pop |
| Album | So Close To What (Deluxe) |
Don’t know what country I’m in
But I know how I’m feeling 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 b*tch
With whom you’re dealing If so I can remind
Yeah I can fall in love hard
Turn around and delete it So i’m
Trying on shoes putting on glitter
Anything to make me a little less bitter
Favorite blue take a pretty picture
Got you like f*ck
You’ll swear to God that I’m someone else
I can’t stop (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 idolize you baby
Took a year to reveal it and the 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 Staying at home
It’s hard to compete
With someone I’m not
And someone that I’ll never be
So i’m
Trying on shoes putting on glitter
Anything to make me a little less bitter
Favorite blue take a pretty picture
Got you like f*ck
You’ll swear to God that I’m someone else
I can’t stop stop
Piss me off and I’ll turn it out
I can’t stop
And maybe I’m not the girl that you thought
Or maybe you loved me once but forgot
So baby go back to putting up a front
And guess I thought wrong
For thinking you’d wait
‘Cause I don’t move on at your type of pace
Can we go back and talk at your place just once
Trying on shoes Putting on glitter
Anything to make me less bitter
Favorite blue take a picture
Got you like f*ck
You’ll swear to God that I’m somebody else
I can’t stop
You piss me off and I’ll turn it out
I can’t stop