Crystal Glass

Verse 1
I walked in with my armor on
Expecting sparks, but the fire was gone
Just another night of playing the part
Checking the locks around my heart
But you didn’t ask for a polished show
You didn't mind that I moved so slow.
Pre-Chorus
I’m used to the noise, I’m used to the grit
I’m used to the shoes that never quite fit
But when you look at me, the static clears
And suddenly I’m not playing for the ears.
Chorus
’Cause you see the silver in the gray
You wash the messy parts away
In a world that treats me like a stone
You make me feel like I’ve finally come home
No more hiding, no more "guess"
You treat me like I’m made of crystal glass
Yeah, you treat me like a goddess.
Verse 2
I’ve got dirt on my hands and scars on my knees
From a decade of trying so hard to please
But you pull my hair back from my face
And tell me I’m winning at my own pace
It’s a different kind of "cool," I guess
To be loved in my Sunday-morning mess.
Bridge
I don’t have to scream to be heard
I don’t have to fight for the final word
You just sit there, and you listen
And suddenly, the whole room starts to glisten.
Chorus/Outro
Yeah, you see the silver in the gray
You wash the messy parts away
In a world that treats me like a stone
You make me feel like I’m finally come home
No more hiding, no more "guess"
You treat me like I’m made of crystal glass
Yeah, you treat me like a goddess.
(Softly) Like a goddess.
(Fade out with acoustic strumming)

emo-pop/alt song. It’s raw, sad, but with that numb-but-still-breathing energy, female, rock