Lyrics

I learned to juggle red flags like confetti
Smiled through exits, sang I'm ready
Signed up to understudy Maybe
Tripped on lines that called me baby

I hemmed my heart to fit your suit
Let velvet lies feel almost cute

Consider this my curtain call
I'm done with roles that made me small
If I'm a show, then here's the scene
Rewrite the script, delete the meme
Sold out to truth, let spotlights lean
Goodbye to all the deleted scenes

You loved me offstage, backdoor laugh
I paid in halves for your autograph
I tuned my pulse to match your cue
Forgot my song was mine to do

The orchestra inside my chest
Just modulated, no more less

Consider this my curtain call
I'm done with roles that made me small
If I'm a show, then here's the scene
Rewrite the script, delete the meme
Sold out to truth, let spotlights lean
Goodbye to all the deleted scenes

No hush riders, no prop rings
No velvet ropes for half made things
I hammered doubt to gilded frames
The art was me; I kept the name

A final bow to what I tried
A bright hello to open skies

Raise the pit, let brass come in
I take the lead and drop the spin
If you won't cheer at noon with me
Enjoy the matinee for free

Consider this my curtain call
I'm done with roles that made me small
If I'm a show, then here's the scene
Rewrite the script, delete the meme
Sold out to truth, let spotlights lean
Goodbye to all the deleted scenes.