The Narrator

I came of age in the scene With boys in eyeliner and girls' jeans Each one a better, bitter version of me They made it very clear who got to tell the stories And I knew all my idols were something I'd never be Do you need your narrator to look like you? Will you still sing along? Do you stop to notice who is singing And who gets to own the songs? We got a lot of practice belting songs with female villains Mentally blacking out words But "holding onto the feelings" Caught up in catharsis and the sense of belonging While half-understanding that it was ironic Do you need your narrator to look like you? Will you still sing along? Do you stop to notice who is singing And who gets to own the songs? Show me the people with something to say Let's amplify the voices of those who feel left out and afraid Let's normalize being yourself And letting go of the noise that stands in the way Do you need your narrator to look like you? Will you still sing along? Do you stop to notice who is singing And who gets to own the songs? Do you need your narrator to look like you? Will you still sing along? Do you stop to notice who is singing And who gets to own the songs?