Thirty

I'm just a person playing over chords I've played a million times
Paraphrase the same old song I've been writing all my life
A different metaphor invites you to try read between the lines
It's non-fiction baby
Thoughts all rearranged until they run
Being mindful
Feeling flirty
Little fearful
Pushing thirty

And I'm charming
But avoidant
It's a process
And It's poignant
And everybody's tryna figure out
Where to go now

When the rug is pulled beneath you on the ground
You just look around
Where to go now
Where to go now

Your self reflection is just dragging your tired body through the dirt
Go easy baby
Break the pattern before anyone gets hurt
Through someone else's eyes
You finally caught a glimpse of your own worth
And realised you actually have some

Being pensive
Looking inward
Taking mushrooms
Taking pictures
If you're trying
Then it's ok
It's a big mess
It's a new day
And everybody's tryna figure out
Where to go now

When the rug is pulled beneath you on the ground
You just look around
Where to go now
Where to go now