She Lives Off Her Dreams

Intro

oh-oh, ah-ah, yeah

(hey, hey)

Verse

She paints her mornings with a cracked mug and a grin

Stole a postcard from a show and taped it on her skin

Three chords on a busted guitar, a rhythm in her bones

She learned to make a palace out of cardboard and phone

She pays rent with postcards, busking under blue noon skies

Sells little paper boats of lyrics, watch them float and rise

Neighbors clap when she plays, a stranger drops a coin

Every small applause a promise, every step a point

Pre-chorus

Some say she’s reckless, some say she’s brave

She says she’d rather sink than save, uh-huh

There’s a map drawn on the inside of her jacket

Every seam a memory, every seam a pocket

Chorus

She lives off her dreams, she lives off her dreams (oh-oh)

She makes her mornings hum, she makes her midnight gleam (yeah)

She lives off her dreams, she lives off her dreams (la-la)

Spinning ticket stubs and starlight into things she keeps (oh-oh)

She lives off her dreams, she lives off her dreams (oh-oh)

She turns small wishes into a steady steady stream (uh-huh)

She lives off her dreams, she lives off her dreams (la-la)

Singing louder than the fear, watch how brave she seems (oh-oh)

Verse

There’s a studio on the floor where the light bends just right

A calendar with days circled like constellations at night

Phone full of missed calls, a stack of new designs

She trades a suit for denim and some midnight lines

She answers to the sunrise, not to a nine-to-five

Knows the weight of quiet mornings and the way they make her thrive

Her suitcase smells of coffee, of paint, of vinyl and glue

Every stamp a little victory, every street a new debut

Pre-chorus

People ask for caution, she gives them a soft smile

She says, "I’m saving up my stories, I’ll spend them in a while"

There’s a glitter in her pocket that she shakes when nights get cold

Like coins you can’t spend but you keep because they’re gold

Chorus

She lives off her dreams, she lives off her dreams (oh-oh)

She makes her mornings hum, she makes her midnight gleam (yeah)

She lives off her dreams, she lives off her dreams (la-la)

Spinning ticket stubs and starlight into things she keeps (oh-oh)

She lives off her dreams, she lives off her dreams (oh-oh)

She turns small wishes into a steady steady stream (uh-huh)

She lives off her dreams, she lives off her dreams (la-la)

Singing louder than the fear, watch how brave she seems (oh-oh)

Bridge

Night comes and she wonders, is this enough to hold?

Maps unfold in her pockets, every line a story told

Doubt visits like a neighbor, knocks three times then fades

She breathes in the paper, writes a chorus out of brave

(oh-oh) She’s not afraid of falling, she learned to fly on crumbs

(yeah) Every misstep is a chorus, every scar becomes a drum

Keep your calendars and caution, keep your perfect plans

She’ll buy a one-way ticket with the courage in her hands