I had disengaged to avoid being totalled
I would run away and say good riddance soon enough
I had grown disgusted by your small-minded ceiling
To imagine myself bolting had not been difficult
Soon be my life / Soon be my pace
Soon be my choice of which you'll have no part of
Unprodigal daughter, and I'm heading for the west
Disenchanted daughter, and this plane cannot fly fast enough
Unencumbered daughter, hit the ground running at last
I'd invite you, but I'm busy Being unoppressed
I hit the ground running although I know not what toward
I hit the town reeling forgetting all that came before
I felt prime and ready once surrounded by the pawns
I felt culture shocked but dissuaded, I was not
This is my town / This is my voice /
This is my taste of which you've had no part of
One day I'll settle back and speak of foreign adventures
One day I'll double back and tell about absurdities
One day will look back and feel something other than relieved
Glad that I left when I did before "no dear, you can't" got the best of me
When I'd speak of artistry you would roll your eyes skyward
When I'd speak of spirituality you would label me absurd
When I spoke of possibility you would frown and shake your head
If I had stayed much longer, I'd have surely imploded
These are my words This is my house
These are my friends of which you've had no part of
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