Sitting here, thinking about my life again
And I donât know if Iâll be able to write about anything else
Cuz thereâs 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, itâs time for me to start telling the truth in my life
Stop pretending I donât see or hear anything at all
And I heard a poet quote another poet on some summerâs day
She said we lie with words and silence, too
Chorus:
Wake me up from this long lost dream
Cuz Iâve been sleepwalking for most of my life now
And I donât know if this Earth can be healed
So Iâm working really hard to heal myself
And if you think itâs 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 Iâve been sleepwalking for most of my life now
And I donât know if this Earth can be healed
So Iâm working really hard to heal myself
And what if women werenât afraid
And what if men werenât 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 donât want to be extreme
And I say think of this: misogynyâs extreme
And patriarchyâs extreme and homophobiaâs 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 Iâve been sleepwalking for most of my life now
And I donât know if this Earth can be healed
So Iâm working really hard to heal myself
Iâm working really hard, yeah, to heal myself