Gracie

"You wanna sing? For the camera?"
"Yeah, let's hear you sing, you're a rockstar!"
"I'm a rockstar? Thanks mama!"

Little scared of my apartment
When no one's ringing my doorbell
I've been living out of suitcases
It kinda feels like a hotel
Coming home for the weekend
Still afraid of change
Guy at the bar calls me "Gracie"
Cause he knew me in the third grade
For that I'll let slide his misogynistic tweets
Just cause in the moment I thought that it was sweet
That whole crew was a nightmare
And we were never really friends
But on the night before Thanksgiving
It was nice to hear that name again

Thumbing through a photo album
See the picture that I love
Of me with all my wonder
A mess of curls in a bathtub
Every time that I think of her smiling with teeth
A wave of guilt comes washes over me
For every time that I've felt ugly
I'm driving down the streets I used to bike and trick or treat
Every garland I string up to tie myself to me
And when life's a tails up penny
And all I have are seeds
I just plant them for the little girl
Who spend all her time singing

"You are a rockstar!"
"I don't feel like I'm a rockstar."
"You don't feel like you're a rockstar? Why not?"
"I haven't done anything yet."

It's no wonder why I feel washed up when I'm only 23
Women start depreciating after 17
When things aren't living up to what I always thought they'd be
I won't break a pinkie promise
That I made to Gracie

"Hey, excuse me, rockstar. What's your name, rockstar?"
"Um, Grace!"



Credits
Writer(s): Daniel Harris, Grace Krichbaum
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