Widen at a subject that she wishes she could just forget.
Her pulse raises,
After every text she gets.
All we do is lie,
All we do is think of the feelings that we hide,
All to protect our made up pride.
California was never meant for me to call home,
California was never supposed to be home,
Even after I saw the glisten in your eyes after you would listen.
His laugh traces down her each one of her vertebrae,
As she’s climbing her way up from the hurricane they both put her in.
There are days if she questions if she will win.
Her mother is in the wind.
Her mother gives her the waves of strength to climb harder and longer.
She remembers she is her mothers daughter.
All we do is climb,
All we do is try and avoid the cracks that was suck us through, as if we were made out of slime.
All we do is…
California was never home for her,
Cali was not meant for a girl of her wisdom and standard.
There’s a place deep down in Stanford,
Where a girl lives behind books.
She dreams of all her accomplishments.
That seems so attractive…
What if I told you I would break your heart?
What if I told you I past demons that made me mean?
What if I told you I had that my past has to power to rip your mind apart?
That is why solitude fits me like a glove,
What if I told you I was just bad at love?
Maybe you should stop before you start.
Maybe you could see that I’m just too young to love…
You ought to know where this is coming from,
I stood alone while I watched my home burn to the ground.
All of the pieces were burned and gone.
Do you see where I’m coming from?
What if I said I was built on carelessness and crumbs?
What if I told you that I once loved a substance that would make me feel so numb?
What if I told you, I would be gone before you…
You out to know where this is coming from,
I saw my home burn and gone,
I was so, so young.
Do you know what it’s like to be without a home?
You, he or him couldn’t turn me away from the blows you all took at me.
When your so alone,
No one knows where you are coming from.