Why Does Gracie Abrams’ ‘That’s So True’ Bridge Make Me Want to Run Through a Wall?

If there were 17 seconds of a song that make me want to run full speed at a wall and bust through, it’s the bridge that Gracie Abrams pumps out in “That’s So True.” Now a staple in every TikTok video, I just can’t escape it. Am I the target demographic? Probably not. Do I give a sh*t? Definitely not.

Two reasons why this bridge absolutely slaps and makes me want to run through a room divider:

1. Gracie is my queen.

2. Each line makes me so nostalgic that I think of a time in my life—good, bad, and everything in between.

Let’s get into it.

Made it out alive, but I think I lost it.

I took molly for the first time a few years ago at a jam band concert and ended up doing whip-its in the parking lot. I made it home, but might be missing a few brain cells.

Said that I was fine, said it from the coffin.

I drank a bottle of Captain Morgan during Senior Night in college and proceeded to nap in my driveway. When my friends found me, I said I was fine and put in a lip of Grizz Wintergreen pouches before projectile vomiting in our garden. I popped a blood vessel in my eye.

Remember how I died when you started walking?

In second grade, I was tasked with walking my female classmates across the stage for our Easter pageant. After one successful pass, I fainted on stage, proceeded to roll off the stage, and stopped the whole show.

That’s my life, that’s my life.

To the above story, I have a strange and oddly funny habit of fainting, both under the influence of drugs and dead sober…that’s my life, I guess.

I’ll put up a fight, taking out my earrings.

I’ve never been in a fight, and I’ve never worn earrings. But I’d do both if Gracie asked.

Don’t you know the vibe? Don’t you know the feeling?

Said my friend as they tried to tell me how much fun ayahuasca is.

You should spend the night, catch me on your ceiling.

A Tinder date said to me one time. Turns out they had four cats. I’m allergic to cats.

That’s your prize, that’s your prize.

Is exactly what the ticket guy told me at the Illinois State Fair one year after I failed to knock over those stupid milk bottles that I know for a f*cking fact are rigged. And no, I’m not over it.

If you don’t know the song, here it is below. Now if you excuse me, I’m about to plow through some drywall.