Scarce
Live a little louder, girl. Be a blast of noise The tunes that you scatter The glasses that you shatter Are swimming in the open, callous and free You cannot demolish the universe, so dance a little wilder The waves that you make The grounds that you shake Are stronger than you make them out to be Be a little more you, little one. Cry when your heart gets cold The howls that you scream The tomorrows that you dream Hold them yours, brilliant and blue, hidden and true Don’t make yourself scarce, girl. Don’t be afraid of being you Yesterdays are gone Tomorrows are unknown Let the lights take you twirling into their might