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