Song Description

"For Me" is a hauntingly dark alternative-pop ballad that chronicles the vulnerable search for one's true identity amidst a graveyard of past versions. Built on a foundation of atmospheric guitars, distant piano, and warm analog textures, the track showcases an intimate, conversational alto that masterfully swells into a desperate, cathartic release of emotion. Laced with ghostly choir arrangements, it captures the raw, midnight isolation of analyzing your own history.

Lyrics

Didn't I stop and think
Even once
About the person I'd grow to be?

Never great at being present
So where did all my
Ruminating get me?

Kept my head in the clouds,
Daydreamer
Maladaptive, maybe

Still want to believe in her
That she's out there
is she waiting for me?
(For me)


Boxes of hair dye
Boxed-up ended hobbies
Hundreds of versions, never settled in -
How do I actually un-box me?
(Oh)


Is she blonde or is she brunette?
Fills the room with laughter
Or softens it after?
I hope she's holding a mic
Out finding the light
And still sharing every thought with you

Hope she's whole but holds every piece
(Every piece)
Of these versions,
Still searching
For me

I'm still searching
For me
(For me)


Tried on selves like a wardrobe
Just to watch
The donation pile grow

Accessorizing pathways
Like jewelry
But the tarnish always showed

Skilled at stopping and dropping
Rolling out
The fire burning inside me
(Inside me)

Cut the smoke and dramatics
There's no quick fix
But is the stopping, what's stopping me?


Filed chapters of re-dos
A cabinet of attempts
Hundreds of versions, never settled in
How do I learn to reconcile all of this?


Is she blonde or is she brunette?
Fills the room with laughter
Or softens it after?
I hope she's holding a mic
Out finding the light
And still sharing every thought with you
(With you)

Hope she's whole but holds every piece
(Every piece)
Of these versions
(Versions)
Still (still) searching
(Searching)
For me

Oh, I'm still searching for me
(For me, oh)


How do I know when I've found her?
Stuck myself in a tower
I know it's
Me that holds the key,
But who the hell is "me"?

Am I
Inventing a foundation?
Or just
Running from stagnation?
Is there a way to know when
She's found me?


Is she happy with herself
After all she has left?
Is she standing alone
Or learned how to hold
Onto those who still matter
What is she even after?

(Oh, oh)


Is she blonde or is she brunette?
Fills the room with laughter
Or softens it after?
I hope she's holding a mic
Out finding the light
And still sharing every thought with you
(With you)

Hope she's whole but holds every piece
(Every piece)
Of these versions

Still(still)
Searching(searching)
For me

Oh, I know
I'm still searching for me

(I know it's
Me that holds the key)

I'm the lock, I'm the key
but who the hell is me?
(Hell, is me)

Oh I know
I'm still searching
For me