It was '95 at the dawn of a cold, hazy spring
I had yet to make mistakes and hate everything
Wouldn't it be easy if I could've ended there
No one to disappoint, so then I just wouldn't care
I went away to see some paintings that I read about
Hoping to somehow eat, pray, love myself out of doubt
I know I tried to do this before, I'm not denying
But I'm giving myself a few points for at least trying
I'm getting used to the way that my voice sounds in my car
And what it looks like to see getting better isn't far
A single ticket to the show I now see isn't bad
And it's okay if time to time the feeling is still sad
Don't you know?
You're already who you want to be.
Don't you know?
You're already who you want to be.
Don't you know?
You're already who you want to be.
Don't you know?
You're already who you want to be.