Tate Mcrae Trying On Shoes
[Intro]
Ah, ah-ah
Ah-ah, ah
[Verse 1]
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)
[Chorus]
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
[Post-Chorus]
I can't stop
You piss me off and I'll turn it out
I can't stop
[Verse 2]
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)
[Chorus]
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)
[Post-Chorus]
I can't stop
You piss me off and I'll turn it out (Oh)
I can't stop
[Bridge]
(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?
[Outro]
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
