I still remember the brass up to my lips The tightening of the diaphragm The spine upright like a soldier on the line I'd close my eyes and picture that first note And fix all of my worthiness of name On whether I could get it close And then the buzzing, the sound split through the air I'd scrunch my little fists to thigh And all I did was start to cry
And then the ages where childhood was behind And now I'm kissing older boys And dreaming of a life that wasn't mine I'd go to school and wear my pony high And tighten every lace and strap so I could have an alibi Both by the evening and the rising of the sun I crafted every inch of me so they could see I'd won The way it feeds me to see my mother smile How can I do enough so she sees herself in her child
How can I hold you? I wish I could How can I tell you, oh sweet one, you're doing good? I promise they saw you, just not how they should I promise I see you, and you're doing good
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