Lyrics TRYING ON SHOES - Tate McRae

Ah, ah-ah
Ah-ah, ah

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 kinda bitch with whom you're dealin'? (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 (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, warmin' 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)

I can't stop (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 turnin' it out
I can't stop