Paris

I'm out of my depth and in a good way But it could take a moment 'til I feel okay I'm in the fast lane but there's a hold up I'll get where I'm going, may be bit slow but I'm gonna take each day as it comes Been holding on to all that holds me down Stuck in a skin of mine I should have shed by now All of this change has made me wake up, begin to look around And it feels like Paris The chaos ingrained in this grandness The greyest days can still seem magic in the midst of one's sadness As it holds a mirror up to you, you will consider deeply who you are I'm but a stranger at a foreign station That's all heartache is: disorientation Patiently I'll wait For someone to tell me where I am and where to next So I can find my feet and feel at home again All of this change has made me break, but I know I'm on the mend This whole thing feels like Paris The chaos ingrained in this grandness The greyest days can still seem magic in the midst of my sadness As it holds a mirror up to me, I will consider who I want to be Like I'm in Paris Emotions copious and oh so candid My sense of independence real and rampant in the midst of my sadness As it holds a mirror up to me, I will consider who I want to be Like I'm in Paris Even to be lonely in a grocery's picturesque Things so simple and mundane are full of meaning and romance All of this change has made me break, but I know I'm on the mend The whole thing feels like Paris The chaos ingrained in this grandness The greyest days can still seem magic in the midst of my sadness As it holds a mirror up to me, I will consider who I want to be Like I'm in Paris, emotions copious and oh so candid My sense of independence real and rampant in the midst of my sadness As it hold a mirror up to me, I will consider who I'm gonna be Like I'm in Paris