Thrift Store Sweater

My heart's a thrift store sweater, patched up and still worn
It's been through the wash too many
Times, so the thread's a little torn
I'm a book with dog-eared pages from being read out in the rain
The ink runs down like tears, but the story still remains

Until the storm rolls in, a hundred mile winds
Go 'head and grab some popcorn before the show begins

And I'm dancing like a scarecrow in a hurricane
Spinning wild, arms outstretched, bracing for the change
Yeah, life's a circus and I'm the clown, a smile hiding my disdain
Hoping for the eye to come and leave some things the same
Don't try to fight it, yeah, it's just a little rain

I'm a VHS in a digital world, a little bit out of date
Rewinding memories and pausing on
The moments that felt a bit like fate
I'm a kaleidoscope of what-ifs and could've-beens
Colors blending together in patterns that seem to never end

Until the storm rolls in, a hundred mile winds
Go 'head and grab some popcorn before the show begins

And I'm dancing like a scarecrow in a hurricane
Spinning wild, arms outstretched, bracing for the change
Yeah, life's a circus and I'm the clown, a smile hiding my disdain
Hoping for the eye to come and leave some things the same
Don't try to fight it, yeah, it's just a little rain

And I'm dancing like a scarecrow in a hurricane
Spinning wild, arms outstretched, bracing for the change
Yeah, life's a circus and I'm the clown, a smile hiding my disdain
Hoping for the eye to come and leave some things the same
Don't try to fight it, yeah, it's just a little rain