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)