I’VE BEEN THINKING… ALREADY A RED FLAG

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[Intro]
"I've been thinking." 
"Already a red flag."

[Verse 1]
I spent three years chasing a version of me
That wore better clothes and had answers, you see,
Who never forgot where she put her own keys,
Who didn't cry watching nature documentaries.
I made her a vision board. I gave her a name.
I chased her for seven whole seasons of growth.
Then I saw her at Costco. We were both buying bulk regrets.
And she looked at me and said, "Are you done yet?"

[Pre-Chorus]
Maybe the map I've been following
Was drawn by a child with a crayon and flair,
Maybe the destination was never a place.
Maybe it's just... the air.

[Chorus]
Well, maybe that's not the point at all,
Maybe the point is the stumble, the sprawl,
The grocery list you forgot on the fridge,
The long way home, the beautiful bridge!
Yo-de-lAY-ee-OOO-hee-lAY-ee-OOOO!
"That felt... important."
Well, maybe that's not the point, my friend,
Maybe we're all just the weather up here.
Magnificently unclear!

[Verse 2]
My therapist said, "What do you truly desire?"
I said, "Honestly? Bread. And to not feel on fire."
"She charged me two-forty. The bread was nine."
But driving home, some old song came on,
And I sang every word I had no right to know,
And I felt it, that flicker, that small, stupid glow.

[Pre-Chorus]
Maybe the search was the finding all along,
Maybe the question was always the answer dressed up.
In a secondhand coat... with its collar turned up.

[Chorus]
Well, maybe that's not the point at all,
The thing that got lost and came back on a Wednesday!
Yo-de-lAY-hee-OOO-de-lAY-ee-OOOO-lAY!
"A Wednesday. Yeah."
Maybe we're all just the weather up here.
Magnificently unclear!

[Bridge]
Here is the thing nobody tells you about arriving:
It looks exactly like leaving, but warmer.
Here is the thing about the point:
There are seventeen. On a Wednesday, anything goes.
So I'm standing here, untranslatable,
And I open my mouth and what comes out is this:
YO-de-lAY-ee-OOOO-de-lAY-hee-OOO-lAY-ee-OOOO!!
"...Yeah. That."

[Final Chorus]
Well, maybe that's not the point at all.
MAYBE THE POINT IS THERE'S NO POINT AT ALL!
Maybe the stumble is the standing tall,
Maybe the lost thing is the greatest find of all!
Yo-de-lAY-ee-OOO, hee-lAY-ee-OOO, de-lAY-EE-OOOOOOO!!
"There it is."
Magnificently lost. Magnificently bold.

[Outro]
Well, maybe that's not the point at all...
yo-de-lay... ee... ooo...
"Oh, well. That's alright."

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[Intro] "I've been thinking." "Already a red flag." [Verse 1] I spent three years chasing a version of me That wore better clothes and had answers, you see, Who never forgot where she put her own keys, Who didn't cry watching nature documentaries. I made her a vision board. I gave her a name. I chased her for seven whole seasons of growth. Then I saw her at Costco. We were both buying bulk regrets. And she looked at me and said, "Are you done yet?" [Pre-Chorus] Maybe the map I've been following Was drawn by a child with a crayon and flair, Maybe the destination was never a place. Maybe it's just... the air. [Chorus] Well, maybe that's not the point at all, Maybe the point is the stumble, the sprawl, The grocery list you forgot on the fridge, The long way home, the beautiful bridge! Yo-de-lAY-ee-OOO-hee-lAY-ee-OOOO! "That felt... important." Well, maybe that's not the point, my friend, Maybe we're all just the weather up here. Magnificently unclear! [Verse 2] My therapist said, "What do you truly desire?" I said, "Honestly? Bread. And to not feel on fire." "She charged me two-forty. The bread was nine." But driving home, some old song came on, And I sang every word I had no right to know, And I felt it, that flicker, that small, stupid glow. [Pre-Chorus] Maybe the search was the finding all along, Maybe the question was always the answer dressed up. In a secondhand coat... with its collar turned up. [Chorus] Well, maybe that's not the point at all, The thing that got lost and came back on a Wednesday! Yo-de-lAY-hee-OOO-de-lAY-ee-OOOO-lAY! "A Wednesday. Yeah." Maybe we're all just the weather up here. Magnificently unclear! [Bridge] Here is the thing nobody tells you about arriving: It looks exactly like leaving, but warmer. Here is the thing about the point: There are seventeen. On a Wednesday, anything goes. So I'm standing here, untranslatable, And I open my mouth and what comes out is this: YO-de-lAY-ee-OOOO-de-lAY-hee-OOO-lAY-ee-OOOO!! "...Yeah. That." [Final Chorus] Well, maybe that's not the point at all. MAYBE THE POINT IS THERE'S NO POINT AT ALL! Maybe the stumble is the standing tall, Maybe the lost thing is the greatest find of all! Yo-de-lAY-ee-OOO, hee-lAY-ee-OOO, de-lAY-EE-OOOOOOO!! "There it is." Magnificently lost. Magnificently bold. [Outro] Well, maybe that's not the point at all... yo-de-lay... ee... ooo... "Oh, well. That's alright."

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