Little Fanfare Paroles

I’m getting sick of these hold ups • clean slate so we can blow up

Eyes locked on the treasure you hold
Why even start the diggin’ if the dirt is gold?

Now try to shrink down • f it into your self-worth, f ind promise

Bring it back, let it grow up and go to your head

Sick of guidance • on the rocks with the sirens

Crash land in a place and a time
“is this really my life?” this one couldn’t be mine.”

I’m feeling guilty for ambition
Like i forgot to ask permission

But i’d rather die with my heart in knots
Than live thinking ‘bout the moment that i might have lost
Blast off • see the world • built that cage, now you live in it

Blast off • see the world from above

Shrink down • f it into your own self-worth, f ind promise

Bring it back, let it grow up and go to your head

Shrink down • fit into my own self worth, f ind promise

Bring it back, let it grow up and go to my head