years go by will I still be waiting for somebody else to understand?
years go by if I’m stripped of my beauty and the orange clouds raining in my head
one more casualty you know it’s too easy easy easy
but what if I’m a mermaid in these jeans of yours
with her name still on them
but I don’t care, ’cause sometimes I hear my voice
I hear my voice
I hear my voice and it’s been
here
silent all these years