Sara Bredemeyer Stitches
I am giving myself stitches
I am better every day
Taking bricks from broken bridges
Building towers in their place
I have spent too much time rigid
I must bend before I bow
I am rough around the edges
But I'll polish given time
Turn the old world on it's head
Let's all do handstands till it hurts
Forget everything they said
Nostalgia only makes it worse
And we will sew ourselves up tightly
We'll make patchwork of ourselves
And we'll form a brand new picture
Cut away the parallels
Take my name, I take no prisoners
I will build myself anew
I'm a watcher and a listener
But I won't listen to you
I have spent too much time docile
But I don't have to obey
My old life is now a fossil
I'l stand by while it decays
Turn the old world on it's head
Let's all do handstands till it hurts
Forget everything they said
Nostalgia only makes it worse
And we will sew ourselves up tightly
We'll make patchwork of ourselves
And we'll form a brand new picture
Cut away the parallels
For I'm sick of seeking cyclical motifs
Sinking quickly in familiar pain relief
We must fall before we get back on our feet
Oh, growing up is bitter
But we must turn the old world on it's head
Let's all do handstands till it hurts
Forget everything they said
Nostalgia only makes it worse
And we will sew ourselves up tightly
We'll make patchwork of ourselves
And we'll form a brand new picture
Cut away the parallels
For I'm sick of seeking cyclical motifs
Sinking quickly in familiar pain relief
We must fall before we get back on our feet
Oh, growing up is bitter, bittersweet