that's what makes you YOU
Alex Wilson
Description
A vibrant and infectious pop anthem celebrating the beautiful imperfections that make someone unique. 'That's What Makes You YOU' embraces quirks, flaws, and unconventional habits, highlighting the idea that authenticity is far more valuable than manufactured perfection. With a driving beat, catchy melodies, and relatable lyrics, it's a feel-good tribute to self-acceptance and loving someone for who they truly are, inside and out. The song builds from intimate verses to an explosive, sing-along chorus, culminating in a bridge that is both vulnerable and empowering.
Lyrics
Verse 1 You show up late with a coffee for two, Say 'don't be mad' with a smile that's a clue. Phone at 3% but your playlist slaps, Sing the wrong words and you don't look back. You hate umbrellas, dance in the rain, Laugh mid-kiss 'cause you forgot my name. You color outside lines like it's a rule— Guess I'm obsessed, yeah, blame it on you. Pre-Chorus You're not trying to be perfect, you're just trying to be late, And somehow that's exactly what makes my heart misbehave. Every mess is a masterpiece, every maybe a mood— I figured out the magic and it's wonderfully rude— Chorus 'Cause all the little things you think I wouldn't choose— The chipped black nail and the scuffed-up shoes, The stuck-on chorus you keep singing out of tune— That's what makes you YOU. The half-baked plans and the honest truth, The overthinking and the undercooked 'I love you's,' I don't want perfect, I want proof— That's what makes you YOU. Post-Chorus (chant) You-you-you (that's it) You-you-you (don't fix it) You-you—that's what makes you YOU. Verse 2 You keep receipts like they're tarot cards, Cry at trailers, iron your hearts. Lose your keys but you never lose me, Order dessert and 'just one bite,' please. You ghost your gym but you text your mom, Wear cologne like a quiet bomb. You don't do cool, you just do true— And that's the flex that pulled me through. Pre-Chorus You're not trying to be different, you're just living too loud, And somehow I'm the lucky one who gets to be in the crowd. Every 'oops' is an opus, every misstep a groove— I wrote it down in caps because it's obviously true— Chorus All the little things you think I wouldn't choose— The chipped black nail and the scuffed-up shoes, The stuck-on chorus you keep singing out of tune— That's what makes you YOU. The half-baked plans and the honest truth, The overthinking and the undercooked 'I love you's,' I don't want perfect, I want proof— That's what makes you YOU. Bridge (talk-sing → lift) Keep your edges, keep your chaos, Keep your almost-missed goodbyes. Tie your shoelace in the Lyft, babe, I'll stall the green light with my eyes. If the world wants polished mirrors, I want windows, I want rooms— Where the real you runs the halls and Writes your name across the moon. Final Chorus All the little things you think I wouldn't choose— The chipped black nail and the scuffed-up shoes, The stuck-on chorus you keep singing out of tune— That's what makes you YOU. The half-baked plans and the honest truth, The overthinking and the undercooked 'I love you's,' Don't change a thing, just let me prove— That's what makes you YOU. Tag Don't fix it—kiss it— That's what makes you YOU.