Prodigies

from Not My Body by Socha

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I tried to raise the children, couldn’t figure out what to name ‘em. Tried to be a sculptor, couldn’t make a sphere, couldn’t make a David. Tried playing the game, couldn’t separate and remain shameless. I tried bein' famous, couldn’t generate a cult and remain stainless.
I tried to hold ya, tried to take ya, Took a risk I, tried to make ya.
You left there at the train station, couldn’t bring myself to serenade ya.
I want to be like prodigies, but I’m too old for prophecies. At night I’m told that all is calm, but my insides turn to atom bombs.
Tried setting for myself aside some space, built walls around me just to escape. I invested in a golden watch, now I’m always on the run, I’m always late. Thinking up monsters in the night, there’s nothing to win if there isn’t a fight. You can run, yeah, you can hide, but that’s escape this isn’t life.
You cry to be out of control so the blame is on me. I want to fix you. Why must I remain a target?
 You're scared and bound to fall, you play the part and I absorb it all. I want to fix you.
Why must I hold it all?

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from Not My Body, released January 19, 2017

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Socha Brooklyn, New York

I make soft songs about hard feelings ✨

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