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about
I wrote this song when I was in therapy and processing how some of my early childhood experiences are still affecting me today. It's about coming to terms with the little kid that is still hurting and learning to nurture him into peace and self-acceptance.
lyrics
Pack up your black and blue duffle bag
The one that you took with you to Six Flags
Gotta be fast, anything you can bring
'Cause I've been awake all night praying
And I think that the lord, he is saying
Gotta go west, I don't know what it means
In the back of a '98 Pontiac
We were family but I guess I just missed my dad
Always moving, never making it
So confusing the things that I never had
It's hard to admit and a little bit sad
But I'm still just a kid
With a black and blue sense of love and a duffle bag
I grew up scared of my emotions
My sister never comfortable in her skin
My brother got old taking care of us both
While my mother was after new horizons
Good at leaving but not arriving
Then she took her last breath fifteen years ago
But I still remember that hospice bed
Watched everything change like the doctors said
I was losing everything I'd known
So confusing, the things we consider home
It's hard to admit and a little bit sad
But I'm still just a kid
With a black and blue sense of love and a duffle bag
Always moving, never making it
So confusing the ways that I still react
It's hard to admit and a little bit sad
But I'm still just a kid
I'm still just a kid
With a black and blue sense of love and a duffle bag