Identity Crisis Songtext
von Emily Weisband

Oh oh
I′ma let you in on a secret

I'd be a slut one day, and a prude the next
Yeah I′d wear nothing but a bra, then a turtleneck
I'd send a picture for attention, tell him he could get it
But he'd never get very far

Yeah I pretend that I like drinking and cigarettes
Every time I hung out with certain friends
And I was hitting up Bible Study with the rest
But personality of the heart


Tryna please my Daddy, so he′d be proud
And driving myself mad to fit in that crowd
And wakin′ up so empty, with no way out
Realisin' I don′t know who I am now

And holy shit it's heavy, being in your twenties
Time of life you′re figuring out what it is you believe
God is way more patient than he's given credit

Turns out that your girl was the farthest thing from authentic
But I′m looking and I'll find it
Yeah I'm proud to say that I′m in an identity crisis

Oh oh oh
Yeah I′m in an identity crisis
Identity crisis, yeah