The Wrong Address

Verse 1

I got a gold star for a job well done

Put it in a drawer with the other ones Mama says the world's gonna learn my name

I can't even look at myself the same

There's a girl in the glass with my bedroom eyes

She wears my face but she tells white lies

Says, “You're doing fine, you're ahead of the rest”

Then she locks the door when I try to get dressed

I've been making little homes out of almosts

Collecting all the things that I could've been

There's a voice in the walls that keeps talking

Like it knows where the cracks begin

Pre-Chorus

And I laugh when they call me brilliant Like they've got the wrong address

I've been stealing my own achievements Then returning them secondhand

Chorus

Oh, Syren, don't you know?

You're allowed to be somebody

Without putting on a show

You don't have to fool the heavens

You don't have to fool the room You can be a little unfinished

You can take up space too

Oh, Syren, don't you know?

You're not an accidental flower

Just because you learned to grow Where nothing beautiful was supposed to grow

Verse 2

There's a little red ribbon around my wrist For every single thing that I nearly missed

A hundred tiny victories

I won't let stay

I fold them into paper boats and float them away

Everybody's building towers in the clouds

I'm down in the garden trying not to be found

And the funny thing is,

I know how to fly

I just get embarrassed when I leave the ground

My friends say, “Syren, you're going places”

I say, “Yeah, probably somewhere cheap” Then I lie awake at three in the morning Counting all the promises I couldn't keep

Pre-Chorus

And I smile when they call me talented Like they're reading someone else's name

I've been waiting for the big reveal

For the lights to go out and the truth to come

Chorus

Oh, Syren, don't you know?

You're allowed to be somebody

Without putting on a show

You don't have to fool the heavens

You don't have to fool the room

You can be a little unfinished

You can take up space too

Oh, Syren, don't you know?

You're not an accidental flower

Just because you learned to grow

Where nothing beautiful was supposed to grow

Bridge

Maybe I'm a fraud with a beautiful garden

Maybe I'm a locked door with a key in my pocket

Maybe all the people that I think I've been fooling

Are just seeing something that I haven't gotten

Maybe I don't need a sign from the ceiling

Maybe I don't need to know what I'm feeling

Maybe I can stand in the middle of the room

And not make an excuse for breathing

Hey, Syren—

You don't have to win tonight.

You don't have to be the brightest thing In somebody else's sky.

Oh, Syren, now you know

You were somebody all along

Even when you moved too slow

You don't have to fool the heavens

You don't have to play pretend

You can be a little broken

Without breaking in the end