Think I’m scared to get my hopes up again
Wanna have a scheme
Want it written out in paper and pen
Like it worked so well before
Like that wasn’t just a rug beneath my feet
Did it matter that he swore
Always and forever he’d be wanting me
There she is
Sitting in an open field
Isn’t this
How she always feels
Little redhead wishing on a star
Wondering why things are the way they are
Curious why people talk
But never mean the words
Furious with ticking clocks
But never with the birds
Picture this, I’m in the flock
I finally got my wings
And maybe it’s an aftershock
Of harsh realities
But building blocks weren’t working
And the future just kept smirking
Like the cloud that’s always hung above my head
I promise that I’m trying
This ain’t me denying
I’m just out here flying
Proving I’m not better off dead
Think I’m scared to say
Don’t know what it is I’m doing
Like maybe that betrays
Some hapless destiny that’s brewing
Like I’ve never needed help
Like that wasn’t a farce that kept me small
Ain’t that how I’m avoiding hell
Let some man do the thinking, be my all
There I am
Kicking up a Sunday dress
What a scam
Such an unbegotten mess
Just some redhead yelling at the stars
Wondering why things are the way they are
Curious why people talk
But never mean the words
Furious with ticking clocks
But never with the birds
Picture this, I’m in the flock
I finally got my wings
And maybe it’s an aftershock
Of harsh realities
But building blocks weren’t working
And the future just kept smirking
Like the cloud that’s always hung above my head
I promise that I’m trying
This ain’t me denying
I’m just out here flying
Proving I’m not better off dead
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