Kirstyn Hippe | METAPHORS - Original Song | Kirstyn Hippe @xKirstynHippe | Uploaded November 2011 | Updated October 2024, 1 hour ago.
I've posted what, like 3 videos this week? This girl crayyyzy.
twitter.com/kirstynhippe
kirstynhippe.tumblr.com
facebook.com/kirstynhippemusic
kirstyn.bandcamp.com
kirstynhippemusic@gmail.com
You can buy this song on my EP here: kirstyn.bandcamp.com
Lyrics:
Staring out my window, watching clouds pass by
In these situations I feel like my life's a movie
Add some dramatic background music, a breeze running through my hair
And we're all set. How does it end?
I haven't gotten there yet.
So many metaphors running through my brain,
Highways, chocolate, lemonade, but life's really just insane
There's no prescription for awkwardness, no pill for being weird
Funny how in this day & age we want our quirks to disappear.
But I refuse to blend in with the majority,
and I, I refuse to be stripped of my dignity
I refuse to be a heartbroken mess
You will never see me be a damsel in distress.
You don't know how it feels to be stuck in the middle of a hurricane
Well I don't either, but does that make us the same?
You're the sidewalk, I'm the chalk,
And sometimes we both get stepped on but
Only one of us gets picked up off the ground
Same chords, different verses, isn't that just how life goes?
Never learning, never breaking free
Let's find some education, pick ourselves up off the ground
And make our own melody
Nanowrimo progress: 5,124 words. 100 words ahead of schedule, WHOO!
I've posted what, like 3 videos this week? This girl crayyyzy.
twitter.com/kirstynhippe
kirstynhippe.tumblr.com
facebook.com/kirstynhippemusic
kirstyn.bandcamp.com
kirstynhippemusic@gmail.com
You can buy this song on my EP here: kirstyn.bandcamp.com
Lyrics:
Staring out my window, watching clouds pass by
In these situations I feel like my life's a movie
Add some dramatic background music, a breeze running through my hair
And we're all set. How does it end?
I haven't gotten there yet.
So many metaphors running through my brain,
Highways, chocolate, lemonade, but life's really just insane
There's no prescription for awkwardness, no pill for being weird
Funny how in this day & age we want our quirks to disappear.
But I refuse to blend in with the majority,
and I, I refuse to be stripped of my dignity
I refuse to be a heartbroken mess
You will never see me be a damsel in distress.
You don't know how it feels to be stuck in the middle of a hurricane
Well I don't either, but does that make us the same?
You're the sidewalk, I'm the chalk,
And sometimes we both get stepped on but
Only one of us gets picked up off the ground
Same chords, different verses, isn't that just how life goes?
Never learning, never breaking free
Let's find some education, pick ourselves up off the ground
And make our own melody
Nanowrimo progress: 5,124 words. 100 words ahead of schedule, WHOO!
