It’s Not Lost On Me Lyrics by Spacey Jane
This isn’t how
I thought that this would go
Fucking it up
The only thing I have known
It’s all over now
Everything has to go
Away in its time
This is that curtain call
And it’s not lost on me
Nearly thirty with a baby
Midwest in deep
You didn’t know what it would make me
How could you sleep
Crying through the night with earaches
Then I was three
Married into years of hatred
You didn’t know what it would make me
She said, “I’m scared
You’re trying to erase yourself”
I said, “That’s not quite it
Just changing the bits I hate”
“Am I one of them?”
She’s asking in roundabouts
I said, “You haven’t been yet
But everything’s changing now”
And it’s not lost on me
Nearly thirty, trying to make it in NYC
Cutting bangs and losing too much
Wait till you see
The mess you left along the west coast
It’s not me
Just what I couldn’t sell in a week
Just what I couldn’t sell in a week
Call your mum, tell her things ain’t looking great
And that we’ve been trying to reach her
Grab all we own and heave it in the sea
Call your mum, tell her things ain’t looking great
And that we’ve been trying to reach her again, again, again, again, again