EverythingsEventual
Ex-Bluelighter
Think I finally remembered who I used to be
It’s taken some intensive music therapy
I used to be a girl who was friends with everyone
The girl who was the last one standing at a party
It’s like uncovering long-lost treasure
Discovering that I am still this girl
That this girl is not dead
That he did not kill her
Not afraid to hold my head up
I was told to be ashamed of this girl I used to be
Because drugs and pubs and clubs were wrong
I was flawed because I was a social chameleon
But now I realise that really it’s ok
There are a few bridges that need to be rebuilt
With new faces and with old
I’m looking in the mirror and saying “hello stranger”
Perhaps it’s ok for me to be this way
Funny and excitable and deep
Always on the edge of the next big thing
Wearing hats with earflaps and toggles
Only in it for the music
Sitting at 4am feeling the ground reverberate
My love put me in a prison
And now love has set me free
Now the guitar make my spine shiver
The hairs on my arms stand on end
As I dance
Wildly laughing when I wake up and remember
Some long-lost memory that I thought had left me
I stand accused of identity seeking possibly
But to be honest?
This is the first time that I’ve felt like ‘somebody’
Not ‘nobody’...
It’s taken some intensive music therapy
I used to be a girl who was friends with everyone
The girl who was the last one standing at a party
It’s like uncovering long-lost treasure
Discovering that I am still this girl
That this girl is not dead
That he did not kill her
Not afraid to hold my head up
I was told to be ashamed of this girl I used to be
Because drugs and pubs and clubs were wrong
I was flawed because I was a social chameleon
But now I realise that really it’s ok
There are a few bridges that need to be rebuilt
With new faces and with old
I’m looking in the mirror and saying “hello stranger”
Perhaps it’s ok for me to be this way
Funny and excitable and deep
Always on the edge of the next big thing
Wearing hats with earflaps and toggles
Only in it for the music
Sitting at 4am feeling the ground reverberate
My love put me in a prison
And now love has set me free
Now the guitar make my spine shiver
The hairs on my arms stand on end
As I dance
Wildly laughing when I wake up and remember
Some long-lost memory that I thought had left me
I stand accused of identity seeking possibly
But to be honest?
This is the first time that I’ve felt like ‘somebody’
Not ‘nobody’...
