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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.
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Apr 4, 2025
Apr 4, 2025 at 4:25 AM UTC
Kiernan515
Sunburned in My Silence
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.
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