Going through my closet, trying on my clothes

Thinking if I can find something stylish I’ll feel better

I think I’ll get a haircut, find a fresh new look

Maybe if I just chop all my hair off I’ll feel better

I move around my furniture, trying to find some flow

Maybe if I make all these changes, this could feel like home

Well I think I’m getting restless, like I want to start again

But I’m just fine-tuning my messes and that’s no way to live

And I just want to be someone other than me

Posted at the bar, trying to look indifferent

Maybe someone will think that I’m famous, or somebody important

I’m sipping whiskey-gingers and gazing around the room

Filled with women all sparkle and leather, trying just as hard as I am

And I just want to be someone other than me

I bought these new Doc Martins ‘cause I thought that they were cool

And I sure didn’t have the money, but I feel better

And I went and got that haircut, I think it looks alright

People’ve been telling me that I look pretty so I should feel better

But I just want to be someone other than me