I Am from Golden by Bellhouse

I AM

I tally all of the falls I've had and try, try again.
Why work it up into feeling bad when I am?
I'm holding out for a better deal, so try, try this hand.
Why live it up in the highlight reel when I am?

In a holy life, I fold like a pocket knife, I am.
Sharp on the inside, nothing but true.
Hold me down and I will cut you.

Nobody's got it all figured out and so belong.
Show up and show me all about the goings on.
Grow up and give it up because we know the play.
You blow it up and wonder why I stow away.

On a paper plane, be gone.
With a different name, move on.
Sharp on the inside, nothing but true.
Fold me over, I will shut you.

I am - you are - he, she, it is - they are fine.
Patience in the moment when we intertwine.
I am - you are - he, she, it is - they are more.
I am what I am and that's all that I am, and I am forged.

In a golden blade, I roll.
Like a promenade, I am.
Sharp on the inside nothing but true,
Lay the landmines I will strut through.

• Pop
• home recording
• indie pop
• indiepop
• singer-songwriter
• synthpop
• Mercer