I stumble over my words again
Plural verbs for a singular kid
Strunk and White, get 'em out of my head
The elements of their style are no longer hid
You make calls, knock doors, carry the signs
When it comes home, it's then that you'll find
You don't know shit, you're just fumbling instead
You're not the one who has to live inside their head
We're so used to thinking in pink and blue
Purple and yellow are beautiful too
Your hair's cut shorter, there's a smile on your face
You're taking control, you're finding a place
Confidence up now, you're ready to roar
Is this what was holding you back before?
I made you a box and it just didn't fit
Dresses, pigtails, all of that shit
You cast it aside now, for what I don't know
But to just be you you had to let it all go
We're so stuck on saying "pick a side"
Purple and yellow won't be denied
I was wondering why
Is there some kind of cosmic reason
When I realized
That doesn't matter
When we grow up we think we're so wise
But there are worlds that we won't recognize
And all we can do is just stand up and say
Love wins out at the end of the day
No more thinking in pink and blue
Purple and yellow for beautiful you
Purple and yellow for beautiful you
Purple and yellow for beautiful you