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[Verse 1: Kai]
Everything home gave her wasnât enough
So she packed up her stuff and hit the freeway
Looking for a new way to escape the rebellion cliché
Wants to find a place where she can be her own DJ
Soundtrackâs wearing thin, one day itâll break
Sounds like a scream coming from the tears in the tape
And the prospect of normal scares her awake
The Australian dream, ainât prepared for that fate
Chatted up by the petrol station clerk, âwhere you goingâ
âI know a place nearby where all the movies are showingâ
No thanks, coins down, out the door, road again
Hates to be a bitch, but in a way sheâs over friends
Reaching the open road where the mobile homes live
She wonders to the mountains if sheâll ever have her own kids
Couldnât let them grow up eating spoonfuls of hopeless
Perfecting the art of going through the motionsâ¦
She doesnât know where sheâs going, just gonna start a new life
Make a name for herself by writing plays
Got a whole lot of angst, makes her characters too tight
But this type of shit wasnât made in a day
And sheâs realistic with it
Fighting with her past not to write another throwaway gimmick
But getting told that sheâll never be nothing, keeps leaking back
Chopping the head off the cat while its eating
Hotel bar with a beer and a creative crisis
Looking for a soul to share the night with
Found a dude who kissed good but couldnât talk shit for shit
Its ok, got drunk and did it on the kitchen sink
Now what would her parents think?
Self destructive savant with a trick to get big
Rocking her fuck ups like she couldnât give a fuck less
Being happy bout the scars & the fears up on her chest
And yes, she knows how fast these days can go
So everything thatâs felt finds a shape in the play dough
Not out for fame, or a household name
Just wants those who hear it to walk away feeling changed
But its strange, when she talks to those she wants to touch
Canât help but feel like somethingâs frozen up
She feels safer when sheâs up there in a character on the stage
Escaping from the awkward risk of engaging
Not sure how many times she wrote herself into the script
Still toying with the ending, waiting for the twist
Just a kid and an art, playing their part
And when it comes, they gonna be the last to laugh
Just a kid and an art, playing their part
But when it comes, you know theyâll be the last to laugh
Just a kid and an art, playing their part
And when it comes
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