LYRIC FOR SALE

By Stephanie M Mancini

[Intro]
Two frames, two views,
I choose what gets through.
Roots of a dancing palm that can’t stand still,
Bending and moving at her own damn will.
[Verse 1]
Two frames on my face, two feet out of place,
Carving my path and claiming my space.
She wants a partner who can stand in the glade,
Who comes on over and brings his own shade.
Give her a pen and a wild nervous system,
Spitting out rhymes till the critics all listen.
Leaving barefoot prints in the dirt and the vapor,
She doesn’t need to cut you down to make paper.
[Chorus]
Two frames, two views—
I choose what gets through.
A lease on life on her own terms now,
No caretaker contract, no marital vow.
No “when it’s convenient,” no playing a part,
Just a grown bark choosing with an open heart.
And whoever steps into the world she made,
Better pack light and bring their own shade.
[Verse 2]

Because I fit in two.
Roots of a dancing palm that can’t stand still,
Chasing a high that the world can't fill.
Two frames on my face, two feet out of place,
Look at all the wait time I managed to erase.
I finally stopped carrying everybody's mind,
Left the emotional furniture behind.
[Bridge]
Because I don't fit the mold, I don't fit the box,
Forgetting my own passcodes and picking my own locks.
Yeah, I can fit my whole life into two:
Two hands writing a path that is new,
Two feet with a pronated pep in their stride,
And two suitcases with my home inside.
[Outro]
Yeah, I fit in two.
Now, so can you.
Two frames, two views,
I choose what gets through.