It has me thinking
Do you have to outgrow your past to fit into your future?

I'll keep the dress I'll never put on my body ever again
But I'll throw away my boyfriends, uh
Real life, fake friends, I don't make no secret that I'm a mess
In the city, with the heart made of denim

I put beautiful rings on the hand I've been given
I hold on tight while the world keeps spinnin'

These tears are designer, my baggage is vintage
This city gets heavy, but I carry it all, carry it all
I've never looked finer, makin' bad decisions (bad decisions)
Don't know if I'm ready, but I carry it all, carry—, Carrie Bradshaw

Carry—, Carrie Bradshaw
Carry—, Carrie—

Hearts break like heels, but I'll be walking it off like I don't even feel it
I'll hate my faux furs on the skeletons in my walk-in, little closet
Spillin' on my white, whites, stunnin' through my night, nights
Wear it like it's light work, baby
Bloomin' out, I'm late-late, heaven, I can't wait-wait

I put beautiful rings on the hand I've been given
I hold on tight while the world keeps spinnin'

These tears are designer, my baggage is vintage
This city gets heavy, but I carry it all, carry it all (no, oh)
I've never looked finer, makin' bad decisions (bad decisions)
Don't know if I'm ready (don't know), but I carry it all, carry—, Carrie Bradshaw
These tears are designer (oh), my baggage is vintage
This city gets heavy, but I carry it all, carry it all (I carry it all)
I've never looked finer, makin' bad decisions (makin' bad decisions)
Don't know if I'm ready, but I carry it all, carry—, Carrie Bradshaw

(Ah, ah-ah) Carry—, Carrie Bradshaw
(Ah, ah-ah) Carry—, Carrie—