I bet your family's got connections
From Melbourne to Brooklyn Heights
And I know your daddy's on the board with
Some city warden and his wife
Yeah, I bet he taught you all the tricks and tips
To be one of the guys
And that's why you spend your whole life trying
Not to be just a stereotype, no
Whiskey on ice
'Cause you think a cosmopolitan is too fucking girly
And you're terrified
Of somebody finding out that you can be catty
'Cause you are on the inside
But you've got everybody else fooled but me
I know
That you'rе just another pick me
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Like your favoritе actor on a poster
You know when to and to not cry
And you put your friends on that rollercoaster
'Cause you know you're nothing without the lie
But my mama taught me all the tricks and tips
To recognize your type
So jealous and insecure of my life
You can't even look me in the eye, no
Whiskey on ice
'Cause you think a cosmopolitan is too fucking girly
And you're terrified
Of somebody finding out that you can be catty
'Cause you are on the inside
But you've got everybody else fooled but me
I know
That you're just another
Pick me up to put me down
Making sure I'm never around
Yeah, you could take all my friends and then push me right out
But they still talk shit when you're not in town
And maybe we should just call it how it sounds
A narcissist who needs to be crowned
But I keep biting my tongue while you sell yourself out
'Cause I know true colors, they come back out
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You can't deny
You push me from mountain highs back down to the valley
'Cause you're terrified
Of finally figuring out that he can be happy
And you're not by his side
'Cause you hurt everybody you hold closely
I know
It's so hard to be a pick me
Oh, mmm
Oh, and he picked me