Elevated accessibility
Elevated accessibility
Elevated accessibility
Elevated accessibility
Climb up high on a step ladder, it's a
School night, he's a
Tall white boss with his hair weighed down
By the air in that town and a sense of perversion
Elevated accessibility
Elevated accessibility
My foot grinds down, the other swings 'round
Each turn bringing recollections of a new
Casualty, pressed up or buried deep
In this false path as if it's a rite of passage
Elevated accessibility
Elevated accessibility
Think that I was too conditioned
Heard too much to know the difference
Between what he felt entitled to
And what a new body could invite him to
Know what it feels like for a girl
At her first workplace
Know what it feels like for a girl
At her first workplace
'Cause I'm starting to find bits and pieces
And it stirs up more pain than it releases
'Cause I'll never find every single one of them
And I won't accept that getting old is how it should end
Know what it feels like for a girl
At her first workplace
Know what it feels like for a girl
At her first workplace
Know what it feels like for a girl
At her first workplace
Know what it feels like for a girl
At her first workplace
Re-remembering my own history
Re-remembering my own history
Re-remembering my own history
Re-remembering my own history
Re-remembering my own history
Re-remembering my own history
Re-remembering my own history
Re-remembering my own history
Re-remembering my own history
Re-remembering my own history
Re-remembering my own history
Re-remembering my own history
I'm in pieces now
I'm in pieces now
I'm in pieces now
I'm in pieces now
I'm in pieces now
I'm in pieces now
I'm in pieces now
I'm in pieces now