Garnets by Emmitt-Bog

Out of place
In a space away from all traces
Of the lives I've lived before.

Out of space to chase,
To feel the displacements,
Without shame and disgrace.

Am I out of chances to try again
Cause each time I'm more out of place
Am I the only one in the race?
Hasn't all of this been me along, there's not even a chase

Let's go find the ways in which we came from grace
And maybe then we can chase, those thoughts away
But remember when we start that it means we won't stay the same
In many ways we'll change

Growth is not just story to find the ways you're better
It takes many looks at the ways you've been a pain
In this I found ways to release myself
And begin attracting grace

So instead, We'll say

I'm not out of place
Im in a space away from traces
Of the lives I've lived before.

I'm not out of space to chase,
I just feel displacement,
And hold internal shame.

I'm not out of chances to try again, we never will be and neither will you
Just remember when we start that it means we won't stay the same
In many ways we'll changed
We can find grace
Channel our pain
And release ourselves

• Alternative
• changing style
• instruments
• piano
• relaxed
• vocals
• United States