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this is a song i wrote about growing up reading too much to escape your real life and then developing skewed expectations of what life would be like from the books you read. it's one of my most personal songs; for that reason, i thought it was best to share in a live one-take recording. i hope you enjoy!
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LYRICS:
at the tender of age of seven, i begged my parents to buy me my own library card
i wanted books that’d keep me up all night, and they became my kryptonite
instead of people, ‘cuz talking was hard
i’d bring my books with me to lunch, so that I didn’t have to run
‘case the pages built a literary shield
from the forces that rejected me, those who’d never protected me
and for a while, it all just felt so real
yeah, things were great, things were fine
but the magic had to run out sometime...
so here i am at twenty-one
my live has finally begun,
but i can’t seem to find my way to the next chapter
i’ll accept this part of me:
the poorly adapted literary freak
with no happily ever after now
ever after now
and so when the time came up, for me to finally fall in love
i set my expectations way too high
it turned out i was no protagonist, that boys weren’t a fan of this
and so i slowly learned that i should hide
from the reality that was consuming me:
that i’d never be like the girls they’d write
so here i am at twenty-one
my live has finally begun,
but i can’t seem to find my way to the next chapter
i’ll accept this part of me:
the poorly adapted literary freak
with no happily ever after now
ever after now
maybe we don't all get happy endings,
or maybe that's just how it works
and for that reason i can't keep defending
my own little universe,
my own little universe
(here i am)
i can’t seem to find my way to the next chapter
i’ll accept this part of me:
the poorly adapted literary freak
with no happily ever after now
ever after now;
ever after now.