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


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