Ally

What's it like, child To wrap your head 'round every wild Record you broke thus far What's it like to know You're at the end of someone's road trip Don't dwell on racing cars Ally, I'd choose To bask in these bubblegum blues You're my sister, my mother, myself in another mind Ally, I'd trust That not all these outcomes are up to us You're alive, electric, a little neglected I know What's it like, this home The lounges, lots, and night aromas And company who keeps you whole What's it like onstage To hear the faceless cheers embrace Your lonely October soul Ally, I'd choose To bask in these bubblegum blues You're my sister, my mother, myself in another mind Ally, I'd trust That not all these outcomes are up to us You're alive, infected, but hardly rejected I know What's it like, poor thing Missing all that native speaking No longer there for why you're weeping But true, Ally, I don't know