Listen to MISS SICK WORLD here: alexporat.bruit.app/miss-sick-world

Business inquiries: laurielee@wednesdaymgmt.com

CREDITS:
Starring: Alex Porat @alexandraporat
Director: Iris Kim @kimsauce
Producer: Júlia Batista @juleeagh
Director of Photographer: Dennis Grishnin @dennisgrishnin
Production Coordinator: Angela Wang @angewxng
HMUA: Olivia Tsai @liv.tsai
Production Assistants: Hayden Koh @hayden.koh & Alex Ef @alex.ef_
Truck Production Assistant: Matthew Quinn
Editor & Colourist: Katie Flach @kat.flach
1st Assistant Camera: Eric Schweiger @ericschweiger
2nd Assistant Camera: Jonathan Chung @jonjchung
Key Grip: Gianluca Basile @gianlouu
SPFX Operator: Erik Smith @eriksmithcomedy
Picture Vehicle Driver: Ariel Hughes @areoooola
BTS Photographer: Pat Ryder @patryderr
Car Contact: Hilary Riem @hilaryriem
Artist Management: Laurie Lee at Wednesday Management / @laurieleeboutet at @wednesdaymgmt
Farm:
@manorunorganicfarm


LYRICS:

Chorus
I don’t wanna be miss world (miss world)
Not in this sick world
Where I have to fake tears when I’m laughing
Smile when I’m unhappy
Everybody’s reaching for the crown
But I don’t want it

Verse
I try to tell myself that I’m an optimist
Crying on my own it gave me thicker skin
But really in the end it feels the opposite
Thinking all my friends they really wore me in like a pair of Dr. Martens

Pre
I close my eyes
And small specs of light are there dancing through my eyelids
Spiralling in the middle of the night
I close my eyes and I’m who I wanna be
Wake up and they won’t let me, let me

Chorus
I don’t wanna be miss world (miss world)
Not in this sick world
Where I have to fake tears when I’m laughing
Smile when I’m unhappy
Everybody clapping when I’m down
Don’t need to be miss world
No, not in this sick world
Where I gotta pretend that I got this
When I’ve fucking lost it
Everybody’s reaching for the crown
But I don’t want it

Verse 2
Everything is sunshine and daffodils
They say there is a way if I have got the will
But I don't want to fit in if I have to be a clone
No, I don't want to fit in at all

Pre
I close my eyes
And small specs of light are there dancing through my eyelids
Spiralling in the middle of the night
I close my eyes and I’m who I wanna be
Wake up and they won’t let me, let me

Chorus
I don’t wanna be miss world (miss world)
not in this sick world
Where I have to fake tears when I’m laughing
Smile when I’m unhappy
Everybody clapping when I’m down
Don’t need to be miss world
No, not in this sick world
Where I gotta pretend that I got this
When I’ve fucking lost it
Everybody’s reaching for the crown
But I don’t want it