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ELIO

Pick Me (Deluxe Edition Bonus Track)

 

Pick Me (Deluxe Edition Bonus Track)

(album: ELIO'S INFERNO - 2022)


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

Now, 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
You are on the inside
But you've got everybody else fooled but me
I know
That you're just another
Pick me

Like your favorite actor on a poster
I know you too, you to not cry [?]
And you pay your friends on that rollercoaster
'Cause you know you're nothing without the lie
But my momma taught me all the tips and tricks
To recognize your type
So jealous and insecure of my life
You can't even look me in the eye

Now, 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
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 can take all my friends
And 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, to be crowned
But I keep biting my tongue
While you sell yourself out
'Cause I know true colors
They come back out, out

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

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