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I stay inside
I call my dad
I wait to feel
I work my jobs
I don't sing my songs
I pay my bills
I have a salsa jar of cash
And take a long path to get my legs back
And I take the money and I do my laundry
I don't sing my songs

And she comes home from work
I watch her red brown hair come down
Some days she is the only good thing

And now all I ever think about is money
So I won't lean into all that I'm avoiding

I used to be so grateful
I used to be so kind
With my nose down in a bible
Each morning and night
I guess I thought if I felt good
It would all work out like it should
But now there's nothing I don't doubt
And I don't sing my songs

And I miss everything
About anything I had before now
The brick and the river
And the Florida clouds at sundown
I didn't know I was happy

And all I ever wanted is to sing
But if I do what I want, will you even hear me?

But I know that good feelings
Are so possible within me

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