Made for the Radio - Emily West

The whole world is falling apart

Feels like The Wizard of Oz

So I hide away

With the one thing I love

To sing for the trees

And the birds, and the bees

And the light that shines inside of me

I count my change in this jar

Sleep in my broken down car

Question reality

Can’t help but dream

Of Carnegie Hall, the Chancellors Ball

And the day they open their arms to me

But I don’t sing my songs

In hundred story buildings

For dying men in businesses

With vacant black hole hearts

Signing the next star

Cause I won’t go on stage

Lit up on amphetamines

Singing ripped off melodies

While I fall apart

I’m a one woman show

And I wasn’t made for the radio

If I take my clothes off to dance

Will you pay attention to me

If I’m mediocre

And way out of tune

Will I shine like a star, or a tramp in a bar

Like a freak show played out masterpiece

But I don’t sing my songs

In hundred story buildings

For dying men in businesses

With vacant black hole hearts

Signing the next star

And I won’t go on stage

Lit up on amphetamines

Singing ripped off melodies

While I fall apart

I’m a one woman show

And I wasn’t made for the radio

In a world of connection

We’re so damn disconnected

We’re so far apart

Oh I miss enjoying

Bernstein and Stevie

And all those works of art

But I don’t sing my songs

In hundred story buildings

For dying men in businesses

With vacant black hole hearts

Selling the next star

Cause I won’t go on stage

Lit up on amphetamines

Singing ripped off melodies

While I fall apart

I’m a one woman show

And I wasn’t made for the radio