The image of me that you see is distorted, twisted, broken, fractured, isolated - miles out to sea.
I don't want a separate place.
I need to feel safe, not thrown away, away, away, away.
And I will push, push, to tear down the walls.
(Push Push)
Of this box you put me in.
(Push Push)
Because you don't understand.
(Push, ow, hot, push, ow ow, hot)
You push, to find a label that fits me.
I'm feeling good on a Wednesday,
with the sparkling thoughts.
Help me unload the car, yayaya.
And so I push, to close the door.
Of the stall you've made for me, to keep me away.
And now we push, push, to stand together.
Because I am Lorde (YAYAYA).
YAYAYA, I am Lorde.
I am Lorde, YAYAYA.
YAYAYA.
I am Lorde.
YAYAYA, YAYAYA.
I am Lorde.
ya ya ya.