Sitting here, thinking about my life again

And I don’t know if I’ll be able to

write about anything else

Cuz there’s so much about me

And I can feel the Earth moving beneath me

The ants are going about their daily work

And the grass is shifting under my weight

And the weight of my childhood lies heavily on my chest

So, it’s time for me to start telling the truth in my life

Stop pretending I don’t see or hear anything at all

And I heard a poet quote another poet on some summer’s day

She said we lie with words and silence, too

Chorus:

Wake me up from this long-lost dream

Cuz I’ve been sleepwalking for most of my life now

And I don’t know if this Earth can be healed

So, I’m working really hard to heal myself

And if you think it’s getting better, then let me ask you this:

What if there were no bitch, no whore, no motherfucker

What if it was just fuck you, father?

I said, Fuckyoufather

Chorus:

Wake me up from this long-lost dream

Cuz I’ve been sleepwalking for most of my life now

And I don’t know if this Earth can be healed

So I’m working really hard to heal myself

And what if women weren’t afraid

And what if men weren’t afraid too

And what if we all stopped to think about our place in this world

And what if I could love who I wanted

And what if I could be who I wanted

And I laugh when people tell me they don’t want to be extreme

And I say think of this:

misogyny’s extreme

And patriarchy’s extreme and homophobia’s extreme

And hatred is extreme and rape is extreme

And unconsciousness is extreme

And consciousness is extreme

And feeling is extreme and freedom is extreme

And choice is extreme and self-love is extreme

By singing, I heal myself

By climbing mountains, I heal myself

By lying under the moon, I heal myself

By telling my stories, I heal myself

Chorus:

Wake me up from this long-lost dream

Cuz I’ve been sleepwalking for most of my life now

And I don’t know if this Earth can be healed

So I’m working really hard to heal myself

I’m working really hard to heal myself