Sanat

Lay out the pencil skirts, the patient smiles
The voice I used when I was being mild
The laugh I kept for bosses and for dates
The apology that lived inside my face

Here lies the good girl, pressed and clean
The woman who never made a scene
The referee of everyone else's peace
Who forgot she had a war of her own to cease

Lower the casket nice and slow
These beautiful disguises have to go

Welcome to the costume funeral
The pleaser and the pretty and the dutiful
I'm burying them all with love and flowers
And every single grave is giving me my power
Welcome to the costume funeral
I wore them well, but none of them were truthful
I'm standing in the clearing, finally bare
And the wind feels like the first wind ever in my hair

The perfectionist who ironed every crease
The mother who pretended she was pleased
The wife who swallowed thunder with a grin
Are all laid out - I'm tucking each one in

Pour the dirt, say the words, let them rest
I loved them, but I love my freedom best

Welcome to the costume funeral
The pleaser and the pretty and the dutiful
I'm burying them all with love and flowers
And every single grave is giving me my power
Welcome to the costume funeral
I wore them well, but none of them were truthful
I'm standing in the clearing, finally bare
And the wind feels like the first wind ever in my hair

This is not bitterness, this is not blame
I thank the costumes - they kept me in the game
But the game has changed, the rules dissolved
I'm not who I was - I'm who I've always been, unsolved
Unsolved and open -
Finally, finally open

Rest in peace, rest in peace
All the versions that I'll never wear again
Hello, hello
To the one who has no costume left to lend