Who I Am is the currency
In this glamorized world
How much can I spend
to matter to you? oh whoa

This thing called love
Without it I'm free
So why do I want it so bad
When it ain't been good to me? Oh whoa

If I had one note left
would I save it for a rainy day
Or would I sell it for a muse
Would I sell it and all my truths? Oh whoa

Oh whoa! There goes my identity
Oh whoa! There goes my privacy
Oh whoa! There goes my modesty
Oh whoa! Temperance and Success are not Synomous

Selling out, selling out
This whole time I've been The Sellout
Watch these lies fall out of my mouth
Selling out, Sell my soul
This whole time I fought for this goal
To become the Sellout. I accept that I'm The Sellout.

Oh whoa! There goes my innocence
Oh whoa! There goes my happiness
Oh whoa! There goes my sense of self
Oh whoa! There goes another song that no one asked to hear

Oh whoa! "No one likes you when you're crying",
Oh whoa! You're more interesting when you're strung out, drunk, or dying
Oh whoa! Stop being dramatic, you got what you wanted, darling
Oh whoa! You wanted this so take it, take what we gave you