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A palm to the forehead
Leaning heavy on familiar
Enough of the big words
Turned off the light
Turned into a stranger

Sweeten the blow
With something in fragments
Pick up the pieces
It feels automatic
To pivot and pull a million directions
It feels like home
Shouldn't feel like home

I want to be beautiful for what I talk about
Known as pretty for being proud of what I've done
And what I do
And what I've made of myself
I want to be kind to the things that feed me
Known as honest about what made me who I am
And who I know and who I love to be
It's what I want from me
It's what I want from me

Dilute the feeling
Swimming the distance over the same lines
Butterfly backward
Rip in the urrent
Dragging behind

Sweeten the blow
With something more static
No rush to run
But it feels automatic
To pivot and pull a million directions
It feels like home
Shouldn't feel like home

I want to be beautiful for what I talk about
Known as pretty for being proud of what I've done
And what I do
And what I've made of myself
I want to be kind to the things that feed me
Known as honest about what made me who I am
And who I know and who I love to be
It's what I want from me
It's what I want from me

Got a pretty good feeling
I'm biting my tongue
A lot of the time to protect myself
It's getting better
Now that I'm done
Placing a weight on what I'm not
I've got a good feeling
I know what I want
Maybe some time to find myself
It's getting better
I'm feeling a lot
More like what I've always thought I'd become

I want to be beautiful for what I talk about
Known as pretty for being proud of what I've done
And what I do
And what I've made of myself
I want to be beautiful for what I talk about
Known as pretty for being proud of what I've done
And what I do
And what I've made of myself
I want to be kind to the things that feed me
Known as honest about what made me who I am
And who I know and who I love to be

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