Apr 4
Verse 1
Took the wrong bus on a Wednesday
Wore the skirt I swore I hated
Had a blister and a sunburn
And the sky was drained and jaded
Sat by a woman with a bag of peaches
One rolled out and hit my shoe
She laughed like my aunt who died in April
And I almost said, “I miss you too”
Pre-Chorus 1
Joy didn’t knock, just drifted through—
Like a memory dressed in something new.
Chorus 1
I got sunburned in my silence
Skirt too short and pride too loud
Joy just slipped into the backseat
While I cursed at every cloud
I’m not healed, just unbothered
By the mess I’ve started to miss
I flinch at kindness lately
Like it’s something I can’t resist
Verse 2
The driver missed my stop completely
But I didn’t say a word
There’s a silence that feels sacred
When you’re scared of being heard
My phone lit up with nothing
And it still made me smile
I’m the patron saint of letdowns
But I stayed soft for a while
Pre-Chorus 2
Joy didn’t ask if I’d moved on
Just slipped back in like nothing was wrong
Chorus 2
I got sunburned in my silence
Skirt still short and ego bruised
Joy slid in like she owned the place
Like she knew I’d already lost the ruse
I’m not healed, just out of stories
So I smile and call it wise
Now I host my hauntings sweetly
Like the ghosts were always mine
Bridge
I practiced detachment like a prayer
Burned sage, lit candles, grew out my hair
But it still smelled like him in July—
Like sweat, and shame, and cherry pie
I told the moon, “I get it. You only show half,”
Then cried so hard I think I made God laugh
Mascara on my birth certificate
From rewriting who I was
Tried on forgiveness like a costume
But forgot what size I was
I kept rewriting the ending
’Til the story started biting back
Guess healing is just hiding
In a dress you thought you packed
Final Chorus
I got sunburned in my silence
Skirt still short, but now it fits
Joy returns like clockwork chaos
Pulls up laughing, never quits
I wasn’t healed, just hungry
For something I didn’t have to chase
And for once, I didn’t flinch
When the world looked me in the face
Outro
I told the moon, “I get it.”
But I was really talking to myself.
Took the wrong bus on a Wednesday
Wore the skirt I swore I hated
Had a blister and a sunburn
And the sky was drained and jaded
Sat by a woman with a bag of peaches
One rolled out and hit my shoe
She laughed like my aunt who died in April
And I almost said, “I miss you too”
Pre-Chorus 1
Joy didn’t knock, just drifted through—
Like a memory dressed in something new.
Chorus 1
I got sunburned in my silence
Skirt too short and pride too loud
Joy just slipped into the backseat
While I cursed at every cloud
I’m not healed, just unbothered
By the mess I’ve started to miss
I flinch at kindness lately
Like it’s something I can’t resist
Verse 2
The driver missed my stop completely
But I didn’t say a word
There’s a silence that feels sacred
When you’re scared of being heard
My phone lit up with nothing
And it still made me smile
I’m the patron saint of letdowns
But I stayed soft for a while
Pre-Chorus 2
Joy didn’t ask if I’d moved on
Just slipped back in like nothing was wrong
Chorus 2
I got sunburned in my silence
Skirt still short and ego bruised
Joy slid in like she owned the place
Like she knew I’d already lost the ruse
I’m not healed, just out of stories
So I smile and call it wise
Now I host my hauntings sweetly
Like the ghosts were always mine
Bridge
I practiced detachment like a prayer
Burned sage, lit candles, grew out my hair
But it still smelled like him in July—
Like sweat, and shame, and cherry pie
I told the moon, “I get it. You only show half,”
Then cried so hard I think I made God laugh
Mascara on my birth certificate
From rewriting who I was
Tried on forgiveness like a costume
But forgot what size I was
I kept rewriting the ending
’Til the story started biting back
Guess healing is just hiding
In a dress you thought you packed
Final Chorus
I got sunburned in my silence
Skirt still short, but now it fits
Joy returns like clockwork chaos
Pulls up laughing, never quits
I wasn’t healed, just hungry
For something I didn’t have to chase
And for once, I didn’t flinch
When the world looked me in the face
Outro
I told the moon, “I get it.”
But I was really talking to myself.
LYRICS I WROTE BUT DONT HAVE MUSIC, WANNA HELP?!?This one’s for the kind of hurt that tans your skin and warms your chest. Where grief feels like vacation and silence hums louder than screaming. A poem about not forgetting. About still glowing where it got tender.
