Learning To Grow, Under A Different Moon

Safe inside my quiet room

Watching flowers start to bloom

Always a season behind the rest

Testing the air

holding my breath

Anxious heart and a quiet stare

Wishing I was brave enough to be out there

But I live in this bubble, it's a world of my own

A shy musician on a silent throne

Riding down the shadows and living my head

Singing the words that I should've said

Yeah, I'm a late bloomer

but I'm finding my tune

Learning to grow under a different moon

Mental health is a heavy

tangled up in a hesitant state

They tell me to rush, they tell me to run

But I'm just looking for a sliver of sun

My hands might shake on the guitar strings

But the quietest voice sings the deepest things

I live in this bubble, it's a world of my own

A shy musician on a silent throne

Riding down the shadows that live in my head

Singing the words that I should've said

Yeah, I'm the late bloom

But I'm finding my tune

Learning to grow

Under a different moon

Maybe the bubble is in a cage

Maybe it's just my opening stage

It takes a little longer for some seeds to grow

Deep in the dark where nobody goes

But I am waking up

Yeah, I am waking up

And I live in this bubble, but it's turning to gold

A shy musician with a story untold

Riding down the shadows, I live in my head

Singing the words that I should've said

Yeah, I'm a late bloomer

But I'm finding my tune

Learning to grow

Under a different moon

I'm living in this bubble but it's turning to gold

A shiny session with a story untold

Riding down the shadows of living my head

Singing the words that I should've said

Yeah, I'm a late bloomer

But I'm finding my tune

Learning to grow

Under a different moon

In my own time

In my own space

Still finding my place

In my own time

In my own space

Yeah, I'm finding my place