February

Every morning
I kiss the bottle
Swallow the capsule
The silver crystal
It turns me into
The little girl who
Only wants to sit upon the hill
And feel the wind blow

Haven't been there
Out in the streets
I was fighting a battle
Trapped between my own sheets
Treading water
Sinking beneath
Under the blanket
It can feel hard to breathe

But I feel good

I feel good in these jeans
The music is on
And all the light's spilling on me
I've got the window cracked open in February
Windows cracked open in February
Windows cracked open in February
And I, I feel good

Before the gemstones
Of yellow and green
I was in that muted place
Where everything was breaking
This kind of fighting
Is mostly waiting
Counting down the minutes
Hoping you, that you are changing

Until you feel good

I feel good in these genes
The music is on
And all the light's spilling on me
I've got the window cracked open in February
Windows cracked open in February
Windows cracked open in February
And I,
I feel good