Thank goodness for people who listen
Thank goodness for people who know how to talk
Thank you to all of those who fit those descriptions
And hell to those who make me need them at all
Somehow I’ve become someone else
Somehow I’ve learned the art of being shy
I don’t know whether the person I’ve become is myself
Shy yet rebellious because the choice is mine
I pay attention to the wrong details
Ignore the lessons
The unintended words send me off my rail
Because I let them
My own mind is a puzzle to me
I don’t understand what I think or why
So I am grateful to people who listen and let me be
To the people who actually want to try
I pay attention to the wrong details
Ignore the lessons
The unintended words send me off my rail
Because I let them
I pay attention to the wrong details
Ignore the lessons
The unintended words send me off my rail
Because I let them
To think I might’ve forgotten what it’s like
To have someone else sitting in my heart
To matter to somebody, be first in their life
And being myself by myself is really hard
I pay attention to the wrong details
Ignore the lessons
The unintended words send me off my rail
Because I let them
I pay attention to the wrong details
Ignore the lessons
The unintended words send me off my rail
Because I let them
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