Thirty

I'm just a person singing over chords I've played a million times
Paraphrase the same old song that 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 rhyme
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 trying to 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 realise you actually have some
Oh
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 trying to figure out
Where to go now
And when the rug is pulled beneath you on the ground
You just look around
Where to go now?
Where to go now?