Homecoming (A Sad Song About Greasepaint)
by @orinthebard
Liner Notes
Inspired by the #homecoming skirmish altho I did not write this in anywhere near an hour.
Does anyone else feel like you were subtly objectified your entire life and now you don't see yourself except from the 3rd person perspective of what you think other people want? Yeah I'm working on my sense of self đź’–
#acousticonetake
Lyrics
How do I come back home
To a body I've never been in
All my life spent trancing into
Other people's heads
When I was 16
I felt randomly assigned
To live in a dead girl
And keep her alive
In my homecoming dress
Mad that Dan didn't ask me to dance even tho he had bad breath
But really I'm mad at my mom for reasons I don't understand yet
I wrote a sad poem about greasepaint and posted it on the internet
So they put me in therapy
And the therapist called me a treat
And I felt like a piece of meat
That fell off a sandwich on the street
How do I come back home
To a body that's never been mine
A child who
Learns the soothe the adults instead of crying
I don't want to blame you
My parents who loved me so much
But sometimes I felt
Like the most important part of your lunch
In my fairy dress
Twirling like a feral creature to renaissance music on cassette
Performing for the camcorder cuz nobody’s paying attention
Singing "if you're lonely and you know it clap your hands"
Passive aggressive at age 4
I think I’m rotten somehow at the core
How do I come back home
To a body burning in hell
I thought my face was ugly
Cuz I couldn't see myself
So I started to change it
But my relatives say the wrong name
And I left my wife and entire life
Because I needed someone to blame
For the fact that I gave up all control
Marionette to mirror particles
It’s sick how so unconsciously I give up ground
Until I lose my footing and I fall down
In Ophelia's dress
Frozen by the cold water in the lake of my distress
A boy so thick in greasepaint nobody's paying attention
To the fact that they know him as a role and not as a person
I don't know what's real either
I was raised in the theater
I'm possessed by my audience daily and I don't know what's underneath here
I think I resent you all for reasons I don't understand yet
I'll write a sad song about greasepaint and post it on the internet
Comments
To a body that's never been mine” and then later the same line is echoed with “burning in hell”. Also the re-occurring line about posting it in the internet. A great line to close the song with.