You want to sing?Yes.With the camera?Oh, let's hear you sing.You're a rock star.I'm a rock star!Thanks, Mama!A little scared of my apartmentBut no one's ringing my doorbellI've been living out of suitcasesKinda feels like a hotelComing home for the weekendStill afraid of changeGuy at the bar calls me GracieCause he knew me in the third gradeAnd for that all that's light isMisogynistic tweetsJust cause in the momentI thought thisWas sweetThat whole crewWas a nightmareAnd we were never really friendsBut on the nightBefore ThanksgivingIt was niceTo hear that name againIf I went through a photo albumSee the picturesThat I loveOf me with all my wonderMess of curls in a bathtubEvery time that I think of herSmiling with teethA wave of guiltWashes over meFor every time I felt uglyI'm driving down the streetsI used to go toI'm driving down the streetsBiking, trick or treatEvery garland I string upTo tie myself to meAnd when life's a tale's a pennyAnd all I have are seedsI just plant them for the little girlWho spent all her time singingAre you out or brought to start?I'm outI don't feel like I'm a rockstarYou don't feel like you're a rockstar?Why not?I never felt like itIt's no wonder why I feel washed upWhen I'm only 23If women start appreciatingAfter 17When days aren't living up toWhat I always thought they'd beI won't break a pinky promiseThat I made to GracieHey, excuse me, rockstarWhat?What's your name, rockstar?Uh, me