(Little Miss Dramatic) (Verse 1) You keep the thermostat at "nice" A shaded life, a luke-warm light. You got your perfect, plastic way Where nothin' gets too bright. Or too alive, it's so polite. But my pulse runs on kerosene A different, hotter, brighter dream. (Pre-Chorus) So let the record show the crack The seismic tremor down my back. I'm not apologizin' for the crash. (Chorus) And you call me Little Miss Dramatic! Like it's written on my file in red! Little Miss Dramatic! For the big feelings in your small head! Yeah, you call me Little Miss Dramatic! For every time my truth got loud! Your world's so quiet, it's pathetic! And I'm sayin' it right now, I'm proud! (Verse 2) You built a museum of "okay" Pristine and quiet, cold and gray. Then got offended by the bloom The messy, fragrant, moving truth. I am the weather moving in Your welcomed storm, your owned sin. (Pre-Chorus) So let the chronicles all state I loved too much, I felt too great. I was the sound of hearts awake. (Chorus) And you call me Little Miss Dramatic! Like it's written on my file in red! Little Miss Dramatic! For the big feelings in your small head! Yeah, you call me Little Miss Dramatic! For every time my truth got loud! Your world's so quiet, it's pathetic! And I'm sayin' it right now, I'm proud! (Bridge) Is it the volume? The colors I use? This heart ain't built on subtle clues... You handed me a script, said "just be mild" But I went off-book and drove 'em wild. They say "reign it in," and "don't be so vast"... But a whispered "maybe" is a brick I'll never cast. So let 'em call it chaos, this beautiful noise It's the only honest sound in this void of pleasant poise. If your love comes with a volume knob, then turn it all the way down. My symphony's beginning in the wreckage of your frown. 'Cause I'd rather be the storm warning on your nightly news... Than the static in the background you're afraid to use. This drama? It's my dialect. This mess? It's my design. (Outro) And you call me LITTLE MISS DRAMATIC! Like it's written on my file in red! LITTLE MISS DRAMATIC! For the big feelings in your small head! Yeah, you call me LITTLE MISS DRAMATIC! For every time my truth got loud! Your world's so quiet, it's pathetic! And I'm sayin' it right now, I'M PROUD! So you BETTER call me LITTLE MISS DRAMATIC! Tattoo it on my file in red! LITTLE MISS DRAMATIC! For your TINY feelings in your SHRUNKEN head! Oh, you MAD that I'm LITTLE MISS DRAMATIC? For every time I SCREAMED the truth out loud! Your world's a silent, BORING tragic! And I'm yellin' from the roof, I'M PROUD! YEAH, CRY IT FROM THE ROOFTOPS, I'M LITTLE MISS DRAMATIC! WRITE IT ON THE WALLS IN BLOOD-RED! I'M YOUR LITTLE. MISS. DRAMATIC! The BEST damn thing your small head's ever said! THANK YOU for the crown, I'M LITTLE MISS DRAMATIC! The siren you could NEVER shut down! Your quiet world is OVER! I'M SAYING IT FOR THE WHOLE DAMN TOWN! I'M LITTLE MISS DRAMATIC! AND I'M PROUD! PROUD! PROUD!
