The woman herself
The very her of herself
Stood by the banister
The story-ender
I've been away
I've been in another country
The whole time I was there
I was decidedly away
Red, yellow, orange
Freezing to the bone
You've cured me
Of social anxiety
I didn't think that was in the
Cards for me
Just the other day
I was the storyteller in my way
Arriving at conclusions that shatter
At my touch
Blue, purple, teal
Sweating through my clothes
I found my own archetype
I developed my own archetype
A virus rolling around in my head
Green, gray, brown
Waking up on the ground
Green, gray, brown
Waking up on the ground
I found my own archetype
I developed my own archetype
A virus rolling around in my head
I found my own archetype
I developed my own archetype
A virus rolling around in my head
I found this disease
Growing out
Of things I said
The woman herself
Materialized
The woman herself
Fully realized
I wanna chart out my life
It's fully realized