Pink Prosecco
Don’t know who I’m supposed to be
You only see what I want you to see
I would be lying if I said
I felt complete

I’m always crying on my own
Even home don’t feel like home
Tryna fill the void with strangers that I meet

So I cake my face with makeup
And I do my hair real nice
And I choose my favourite outfit
Show curves I know you like

Force myself to take a picture
Even though I’m dead inside
And I know that you won’t notice
So it’s strangers on the line

Ah....
Due to my own stupidity
I find myself longing endlessly
To be the person I know I will never be

Trying so hard to get things right
Thoughts flooding my mind all through the night
But I know the only person here to blame is me

But you made me feel so foolish
And you made me feel so small
And you made me feel so worthless
Like I’m nothing at all

So I sip on pink Prosecco
Make believe that I’ll be fine
And I slip my feet in high heels
So it’s strangers on the line

Ah.....