With a band-aid as my ring
A journal as my bible
The fruit keeps up with us
As we ripen
Something’s in my overcoat
In the lining of my mind
Irrepressibly aware
It’s my time
It’s my time
It’s my time
Who are you longing to be?
The version they said
You should be instead
Now that you know
You are free
Indelibly you
Indelibly you
Coming through
I’m a lunatic in love
But the hermit’s by my side
Kicking me so hard
I can’t lie
Unsequestered by a truth
That some light comes from my drive
With an emphasis on dreams
Coming true
Coming true
Coming true
Who are you longing to be?
The version they said
You should be instead
Now that you know
You are free
Indelibly you
Indelibly you
Coming through
This slate is clean
But not from heaven
Born a little wild
Woman’s still a child
I made my way for
This drum i beat today
Indelibly you
Indelibly you
Coming through
Indelibly you
Indelibly you
Coming through
Always...