I wish my legs were a little bit longer

Maybe I would be enough for you if my hair was a little bit blonder

I aspire to be the only girl you long for

Even when I’m enough you’re still going to want more...


Feeling good enough should never feel like a chore

If there was ever evidence of a higher power in this world
It would be the friends in my life and the man who calls me his girl

Tonight I count my lucky stars in the sky
The endorphins I’ve been collecting have got me feeling so high

Our love moved fast in the spring
I hope autumn doesn’t slow it down
If there’s one thing I’ve learned these past 5 months it’s that I need you around

Your warm presence wraps around me like a blanket
You’re unlike anybody that I have ever met

You’ve showed me beauty in the darkest places
You’ve made me fall in love with so many beautiful faces

I hope next autumn I will still get to call you mine
I would forever live in regret if I lost the chance to see you shine

The season of melancholy is right around the corner

Inside my own mind I’m already starting to feel like a foreigner

It’s hits hard and fast
It makes you question the present but also the past

April to September we thrived in the sun
The darkness is starting to creep in but I know it’s only just begun

Can we hide in our cave with our unbreakable bond?
I’ll let you hide under the covers with your favourite little blonde

What ever happened to the dreamers?
They always looked beyond the sky
Entrusting love and never asking why..

I believe in the power of intuition
I’m learning to appreciate every person and every step
I still always feel like my authenticity is an audition

Always wondering who I am good enough for
Never asking myself do I deserve more

I feel so small beneath the stars
I wonder just how quickly it could all end

I love the ones who truly love me
But I wonder would I fit in better on Mars
Lost in the sky shining upon the stars

I wonder does my name sound different coming out of your mouth

Do people hear it with admiration or am I just a name with misinterpretation

I ,perhaps for lack of a better word, swoon over our love and connection
But I wonder sometimes if I am a category in your collection

I have so much doubt and so much fear
Maybe I’m manifesting our future demise
Creating scenarios in my head where the end is near

I wonder sometimes will my name sound just as good tomorrow
Will I still be the girl your locking eyes with at your show

I’ve had a lot of trauma,
A lot of pain
too much regret

I’ve tried to be a good person
At the end of the day I’m just a bad credit score with debt

I’ve been objectified,  categorized, forgotten and misunderstood
No matter how much good you do some people will never see you as good

I love who I love and I’d die for my blood
Their names sparkle in my mind no matter how much they drag them through the mud