Nothing is possible
If you’re under a bell jar
Nothing is possible
Without embracing the bizarre
Nothing is possible
If you copy all your friends
Nothing is possible
Until you trust yourself again
I was born
In a church
In the spring
Like a flower from the earth
And as i grew
My branches spread
And the collective pew
Became my bed
And i started to dream about
Who i would become
Maybe a detective
Maybe a nun
Maybe a father
Maybe a son
Or maybe i would become none of those things because
Nothing is possible
If you’re under a bell jar
Nothing is possible
Without embracing the bizarre
Nothing is possible
If you copy all your friends
Nothing is possible
Until you trust yourself again
Over time
I thought i lost my mind
My thoughts were pesticide
I acted out of line
My role wasn’t defined
My energy was anemic
and al of my actions
were not intended
and i started to dream about
who i would become
maybe an asshole
maybe a bum
maybe a statistic
with a loaded gun
or maybe i would become none of those things because
Nothing is possible
If you’re under a bell jar
Nothing is possible
Without embracing the bizarre
Nothing is possible
If you copy all your friends
Nothing is possible
Until you trust yourself again
credits
from HomeGrown,
released March 22, 2019
Written, recorded, mixed, and produced by Steph Durwin