Same Show

I'm sitting in the sun

Singing under a tree in Oregon

I'm letting the breeze flow underneath my armpits

I can never sit still, not for a god, not when it's good for me

It's strange to be so sad and know still that you are lucky

I'm writing it all down when I can find the energy

I'm wondering if they tell other people what they think of me

Maybe there's a consensus,

Who is she to be so defenseless?

Who is she to find it so unexpected

That its harder than she projected