Lyrics

My Music Makes Me

[Verse 1]
Coffee cup ring on a notebook page
Half a line
I cross it out, try again
Every word feels a little too practiced
Every thought
Just chasing my own pen

[Chorus]
I don’t make music
My music makes me
Takes my hands, turns the lock
On a door I can’t see
I open my mouth
It writes its own story
I don’t make music
My music makes me

[Verse 2]
Hear that tune I swore I’d forgotten
Late night hum
Through a paper-thin wall
Suddenly I’m ten and I’m dancing
Bare feet
Down a long, narrow hall

[Chorus]
I don’t make music
My music makes me
Takes my hands, turns the lock
On a door I can’t see
I open my mouth
It writes its own story
I don’t make music
My music makes me

[Bridge]
When I’m cracked at the edges
When I’m tired and small (so small)
It curls in my chest
Stands me up
Makes me tall (oh)

[Chorus]
I don’t make music
My music makes me
Takes my hands, turns the lock
On a door I can’t see
I open my mouth
It writes its own story
I don’t make music
My music makes me
(yeah, it makes me)