🖤Halfway Whole💙👄

[Verse 1] I’m the girl who’s always early and still feels late. I’m the queen of writing lists and losin’ them by eight. I’m the one who takes it on and then forgets to breathe. I’m the friend you call at midnight and the one who’s gonna leave. I’m a taped-up pair of headphones, I’m a cracked phone screen. I’m the one who knows the lesson and repeats the same old scene. [Verse 2] I’m the hug that holds too loosely, I’m the truth that comes out wrong. I’m the first to light the candle and the last to sing along. I’m the girl who hates the mirror and still checks it twice. I’m the way I swore I’d never be and somehow that’s my life. I’m a suitcase on the carpet, always halfway packed. I’m the one who wants the future and keeps runnin’ for the past. [Pre-Chorus] Maybe all these jagged edges are just proof I’ve been alive. Maybe bein’ this unfinished is the only way I shine. [Chorus] ’Cause I’m halfway broken, I’m halfway whole. I’m halfway losin’ it and somehow in control. I’m a little too honest, I’m a lot too old to pretend I’m perfect just to not feel alone. Yeah, I’m halfway broken, I’m halfway whole, but I’m alright, I’m alright, I’m alright in my bones. [Verse 3] I’m the text you almost send and then erase. I’m the laugh that comes out right in all the wrongest place. I’m the one who wants to leave and hates to go. I’m a walking contradiction in these secondhand clothes. I’m the girl who prays in traffic but forgets to once it’s clear. I’m the plan I made at twenty that I still ain’t steerin near. [Pre-Chorus] Maybe bein’ all in pieces isn’t something to confess. Maybe I don’t need a polish, maybe this is good enough. [Chorus] ’Cause I’m halfway broken, I’m halfway whole. I’m halfway losin’ it and somehow in control. I’m a little too honest, I’m a lot too bold to keep my mouth shut just to fit in your mold. Yeah, I’m halfway broken, I’m halfway whole, but I’m alright, I’m alright, I’m alright in my bones. [Bridge] I’ve been tryin’ to be the polished version, edges sanded, quiet smile. But every time I fake a perfect surface, something honest cracks the tile. So here’s to all the half-formed answers, all the songs still missin’ lines. If I’m never all put-together, that don’t mean I’m not alright. [Final Chorus] ’Cause I’m halfway broken, I’m halfway whole. I’m halfway scared to death and still I show. I’m a little bit reckless, I’m a lot of soul, gonna dance with all my pieces ’til I feel ’em as a whole. Yeah, I’m halfway broken, I’m halfway whole, but I’m alright, I’m alright, I’m alright in my bones.