Get Home a Little Faster

Late-night radio… okay.

’98 to 2011, still a glow in my throat,

mama’s cooking in the air like a hymn in a coat.

Birthday sun on my face like I finally belonged,

like the world wrote my name into the first verse of a song.

County fair lights spinning, sugar on my grin,

for a minute I was important, for a minute I fit in.

And the soundtrack kept me steady when my chest got too loud,

turning “don’t be small” into something I could shout.

I don’t want a time machine, I just want that feeling back,

something warm in the static when the night goes black.

I don’t wanna be just another empty echo,

Late-night radio pulling me out from under my headphones,

I know I can sing my way through the disaster,

But honestly… I wanna get home just a little faster.

To the smell of the kitchen, to the fairground lights,

to the girl in the mirror who survived those nights,

If the world feels heavy, I’ll make it rhyme,

pressing rewind till it feels like mine.

Get home, get home, just a little faster,

pressing rewind… just a little faster.

Cabin nights, big sky, fireworks cracking trees,

smoke on our jackets, laughter on the lake breeze.

Games gave me heroes when the real world got mean,

taught my heart how to fight clean.

Graphite on my fingers, paper under my palms,

I drew myself a doorway, I wrote myself calm.

I’m not asking to go back, I know that road is gone,

I just want that brave kid to hear her own song.

I don’t wanna be just another empty echo,

Late-night radio pulling me out from under my headphones,

I know I can sing my way through the disaster,

But honestly… I wanna get home just a little faster.

To the smell of the kitchen, to the fairground lights,

to the girl in the mirror who survived those nights,

If the world feels heavy, I’ll make it rhyme,

pressing rewind till it feels like mine.

Shaky-hand mascara, like a secret little crown,

quiet liberation when the world said “stay down.”

I don’t wear my scars like a punchline or a chain,

I wear them like a story with my name still the same.

I don’t wanna be just another empty echo,

Late-night radio pulling me out from under my headphones,

I know I can sing my way through the disaster,

But honestly… I wanna get home just a little faster.

To the smell of the kitchen, to the fairground lights,

to the girl in the mirror who survived those nights,

If the world feels heavy, I’ll make it rhyme,

pressing rewind till it feels like mine.

Get home, get home… just a little faster…

pressing rewind… till it feels like mine.