I can see your trying to reinvent yourself,
Well, real growth is gradual.
Pass the gauntlet, you've done your bit for the team,
Why the hell can't you let go?

You'll shed your teenager's attire when every week is a new life,
A case so vulnerable and exposed as you must walk towards the new,
Striding straight ahead, I will follow, watch your step,
whilst everything but stable, I still am able to bring you back around.

I was bathing in a fountain of distrust,
where to go for good advice?
I can see you're saturated by that doubt,
we'll cling to something that is real.

And if you open up your arms, inside you there's a safer set
of innate feelings and the discipline that could push you from the blue.
Like waking from a dream that you know spoke plainest truths
and slowly coming to realise you've been a fool...
In cringing embarrassment there's a laugh building inside you to get out...
In modesty, honesty, she dropped the capital from her surname.