I started out as a light in my father's eyes at a Texaco
Mama was working overnights on Sam Wilson Road
She was a madkap, teenage runaway
A year past graduation
She was new in town and he was burning down
The place with infatuation
She fired red hot buckshot distress calls across the parking lot;
A rebel reeling from the feeling of rooting around for a little repose
They chased sunrise with moonshine
After tussling and muttering secrets all night
I started out as a light in Carolina
I started out as a light in my mothers eyes many years ago
In the numbing fires of live wires loose in foster homes
From my grandpa's fist to my mothers lips
There's an ancestral impression
An American inheritance of trauma and depression
She fired red hot buckshot distress calls across the parking lot
A rebel reeling from the feeling of rooting around for a little repose
They chased sunrise with moonshine
After tussling and muttering secrets all night
I started out as a light in Carolina
From the birth canal to the whistle of emergency sirens
You've got a lot of skins to wear as you try to figure out who you are
And it don't matter what people say
Don't expect them to understand
Ain't nobody someone else's mistake
Life is not always the things you plan
Some of us have childhoods that aren't poems on sight
But, darlin', you're doing alright
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