Blood Orange - Dagenham Dream lyrics

We received our bloody circles in the mail
Only see what's really important
When it's nailed
As a teen, my Lord and savior was a male
Tire trucks and six steel strings
That keep me frail
It's the worst I've ever felt when it hails
Broken teeth and bloody nose
But least it snowed
Instantly tried, oh, I cried and cut a line
And my eyebrow acted like the boys who tell
And my teacher told me that this made her sad
Had to act just like the others to get around
Friday nights alone in heaven with my board

Like, growing up I have always heard or like
I was always hyperaware of
The things that the people around me
Who were charged with my care
Or told me, like, be silent or be quiet
Or be ashamed or hide
Or perform a version of myself
That wasn't really me
And so
I think that through my life I've
Always been hyperconscious and aware
Of not going into spaces and
Seeking too much attention
Um, because part of survival is, like
Being able to just fit in
To be seen as normal and to, like
Quote-unquote belong
But I think that so often in society in order
To belong means that we have to, like
Shrink parts of ourselves