Delilah

Not too long after leaving the womb Delilah began to wonder why When she looked in the mirror And into her eyes Is this the thing they call I? Surely this body is not what I am These hands, this skin, and these eyes Scared and alone, she looked all around And for her mama she cried I am a constant stream of feeling Made of ideas and desires Driven by urges that I don't understand But to you, I'll always just be Delilah Delilah showed up for her first day of school She picked out her favorite yellow dress The popular girls said it don't look too cool And they left her all alone at recess Watching the little girls flirt with the boys Playing games reenacting a war Her eyes filled with tears, she looked down at her dress She ripped it, like her heart it felt torn I am a constant stream of feeling Made of ideas and desires Driven by urges that I don't understand But to you, I'll always just be Delilah Alone in her dorm room eyes fixed on the screen Watching it light up with likes She posted the photo from her first friday night Said "I'm having the time of my life" Taking a deep breath she tried to forget How it felt when they told her what she'd done She thought that the drinks would bring her out of her shell Instead her mind and her dress came undone I am a constant stream of feeling Made of ideas and desires Driven by urges that I don't understand But to you, I'll always just be Delilah Sam held her hand as he hailed them a cab They were leaving their second date She liked his sense of humor and the scruff on his chin Delilah hoped he might be her soul mate For most of a year it felt like falling in love But slowly it started to fade He told her that the things at first he had loved Were the things he was starting to hate I am a constant stream of feeling Made of ideas and desires Driven by urges that I don't understand But to you I'll always just be Delilah Oh to you, I'll always just be Delilah Yeah to you, I'll always just be Delilah