I'm a pilgrim to my insecurities;
believed in the wrong things long
enough for them to feel right
But I am no saint,
no mountain.
I am a newly sprung stream-
please put rocks ahead of me,
make my meander
my way to you.
I'm a pilgrim to my insecurities;
believed in the wrong things long
enough for them to feel right
But I am no saint,
no mountain.
I am a newly sprung stream-
please put rocks ahead of me,
make my meander
my way to you.