I lost my voice in my search for stability
and in my hurry to grow up, I forgot myself.
Now this new person I’ve assembled
from my half dreamt memories and your
tender expectations, well
she may no longer speak out of line
but these lines we’ve been drawing
feel more like a cage than a guide.
And this new voice I’m hearing
telling me to be nice and think twice
I hear it’s called maturity.
but I miss those opinions
and that surreal certainty that I
can, I can, I can.
Now the only thing I’m sure of anymore
is that I can’t make up my mind.
Growing In
