Thirty

I'm just a person singing over chords I've played a million times Paraphrase the same old song that I've been writing all my life A different metaphor invites you to try read between the lines It's non-fiction baby Thoughts all rearranged until they run Being mindful Feeling flirty Little fearful Pushing thirty And I'm charming But avoidant It's a process And it's poignant And everybody's tryna figure out Where to go now When the rug is pulled beneath you on the ground You just look around Where to go now Where to go now Your self reflection is just dragging your tired body through the dirt Go easy baby, break the pattern before anyone gets hurt Through someone else's eyes You finally caught a glimpse of your own worth And realised you actually have some Being pensive Looking inward Taking mushrooms Taking pictures If you're trying Then it's ok It's a big mess It's a new day And everybody's tryna figure out Where to go now When the rug is pulled beneath you on the ground You just look around Where to go now Where to go now