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letra de jousting - s. reidy

[intro]
the way you sing a song, a note, for anyone
there’s light inside the world that finds its home in spite of you

[verse 1]
i feel like eating with my demons
my dreams feel like a seed to feed on
pesky little secrets are the death of me
i swear it’s over convoluted hubris
nuisances incisions fixing far and gone conclusions
and it’s scary, i’ve been this way a couple february’s
the open ended nature of blank canvas
overwhelmingly compiled to a brim a hill of glory or impatience
but insincerely bеckon call a ghost of self to fake it
listen closеly, i’m simply done with calculated maintenance
this casting call for greatness held me hostage in its bas-m-nt
for a season and i feel it still, i call it conscience calling
but deconstructing air inside your lungs can feel like falling
down wells, and h-ll if i know keeping score was all i knew for years
and picking pockets of exuberance as an exercise in facing fear
was detrimental until it wasn’t
i’ll sing a song for anyone
find homes in where i don’t belong
and home is only learning, growing, feeling so sincere
i’m wide awake, i’m fully grown, the moon takes it from here

[verse 2: levi hinson]
said “it is what it is, and it’s not what it wasn’t”
and it’s not what i thought
angels and devils resting inside the deck as i shuffle it
i could play all the cards i want
but i’ll still be tussling
heart like the bushes in the hurricane rippin’ and rustlin’
memories plugging up sh-t in abundance
this life wasn’t ever meant to be signs and wonders
these skeletons in my closet weren’t meant to be rummaged
realizing that my heart was never meant to be tungsten
if life was on the clock, i guarantee i’d be punched out now
i’m a number on the board, i’m a face in the crowd
i’m a poster for my demons and the way that they joust me
i’m off the horse, i’m on the ground
i’m drunk on my porch, i’m thinking of some ways out
i’m peering off the ledge, it’s a long way down
am i brave enough to face it, every time the gray sounds?
a slave to my anxious, and the long way to pace that i’m bound to
down

[hook]
the way you sing a song, a note, for anyone
there’s light inside the world that finds its home in spite of you
and home is only learning, growing, feeling so sincere
i’m wide awake, i’m fully grown, the moon takes it from here

- s reidy

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