Find My True Colors

Dustin Lowman

The older I get the less sense things make

When I learn the social norm and what’s at stake

When I say one word, the meaning’s worth a book

What I’ve given’s worth much more than what I took

Things are harder the younger I feel

What I’m not given I have got to steal

I watch re-runs of my life go by frame-by-frame

I need someone other than me where I can place the blame

And at the end of the day, when it’s all gone away

When the monster’s at bay, and I can safely say

That no one is here, no one can come near

I blast my music ‘til I can’t feel my ears

When I’m wet in a pool and my body’s at school

But my mind’s somewhere cool, where I make all the rules

Where nobody knows, nobody else comes close

I blast my music ‘til my true colors show

When everybody’s right and nobody’s wrong

It’s harder and harder to get along

‘Cause everyone feels like they need to be heard

My inferior mouth can’t get out one word

I know that in reality it was my choice

To decide the final volume of my voice

Maybe when I feel the time is just right

I won’t go quiet into that good night

When motivation’s lacking, and my brain’s snacking

When trains keep on tracking, and piles keep on stacking

I go to a place where I can hide my face

I blast my music and I don’t care about disgrace

When I’ve tangled up my hair because I don’t care

When they tell me that it’s there but it’s not anywhere

When I give up on the fight to find out what’s right

I blast my music until the end of the night

In the music is where I can be wary

When words have more meaning than the dictionary

When lyrics and music have the power to align

The stars, the planets, and find lost time