I wrote a song that meant a lot to me

But I was weak and I got in my head

I wrote another one that sounded more upbeat

So I told myself to put that out instead

Now I'm opening up for somebody on tour

Breaking a sweat, faking a smile

Singing that song that’s not my style

And the crowd goes mild

And the crowd goes mild

Went to the mall and I bought a fancy dress

Spray tan all over my body

Even though I usually wear sweats

I thought I'd get dressed up for this party

So I place botox on my face

I look kinda weird when I try to smile

Wearing that dress that's not my style

And the crowd goеs mild

And the crowd goes mild

I guess thе moral of the story is to be myself

’Cause every time I'm not, everybody can tell

I guess the moral of the story is to be myself

Be myself, be myself

So I wrote a song that meant a lot to me

And I ignored the voices in my head

I said screw the other one that's more upbeat

And I put this out instead

Now I'm opening up for somebody on tour

Under the lights, flashing a smile

Singing this song that's more my style

And the crowd goes mild

And the crowd goes mild

And the crowd goes mild

And the crowd goes mild

(Mild)

(The crowd goes mild)

(Mild)

(The crowd goes mild)