First One Out the Door

Verse 1 I didn’t mean to turn into Delilah, cut the strength right out my soul. Everybody laughed at heaven, so I let my praying go. Said, “God ain’t real, girl, get over it,” and damn, I almost did. Tragedy came knocking daily, like it knew where I lived. Pre-Chorus I sank so low, I lost my name, couldn’t recognize my face. I was screaming at the ceiling, “Are you even in this place?” But something in the ashes started humming back to me— maybe faith ain’t what it was, maybe faith is learning how to breathe. Post-Chorus Na-na-na, take me higher, beam me up through the holy fire. Na-na-na, I’m restored, but I’m still the first one out the door. Verse 2 I gave up on believing ’cause believing hurt like hell. I called for God in the wreckage and heard nothing but myself. But maybe I was buried under noise and fear and pride, thinking I was all alone with the whole damn sky inside. Pre-Chorus Now I’m learning how to trust without begging for a sign. I don’t need to be important just to prove that I’m alive. I’m not the chosen disaster, not the queen of suffering— I’m just a soul with dirty hands trying to grow back wings. Chorus I’m coming back, but I’m not the same, got a little less ego, little more flame. I don’t need a throne, I don’t need a crown, I just need my feet on solid ground. But if aliens drop from the sky tonight, best believe I’m gone, baby, first damn flight. I’ll wave goodbye from the open door— “Take me with you, I don’t get this world no more.” Bridge Maybe God was in the quiet, maybe God was in the fall. Maybe God was in the stranger who still answered when I called. Maybe faith ain’t golden windows, maybe faith ain’t childhood clean. Maybe faith is saying, “Fuck it, I still believe in unseen things.” Breakdown Beam me up, I’m tired of pretending, this world’s got rules I’m done defending. Beam me up, I’ve had enough, but don’t get it twisted— I’m still made of love. Final Chorus I’m coming back, but I’m not the same, got a little less ego, little more flame. I don’t need a throne, I don’t need a crown, I just need my feet on solid ground. But if aliens drop from the sky tonight, best believe I’m gone, baby, first damn flight. I’ll wave goodbye from the open door— “Take me with you, I don’t get this world no more.” Outro Na-na-na, take me higher, through the grief and through the fire. Na-na-na, faith restored— but I’m still the first one out the door.