Still Your Kid

Still Your Kid

A pride song · Songbond

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A song written from a true story

The story & lyrics

The story behind this song

The long way over, the speech rehearsed to the steering wheel, the same kitchen table with the name carved into the corner from some childhood afternoon. The water glass goes warm while the words won't come. This isn't a confession and it isn't an apology — it's a kid asking the two people who taught them to drive in the church parking lot to keep looking at them the same way. The real fear isn't being seen differently. It's the chair scraping back, someone getting up and leaving the table.

So the whole song reaches one small request: stay. Take the minute you need, but don't get up. I'm the same kid who slammed that screen door — I just need to be that kid out loud now.

For the son or daughter who drove the long way over to finally say it.

Lyrics

I drove the long way over,
said it out loud to the wheel.

Same chipped mug you poured my milk in,
same scratch on the table where I carved my name.
I learned to drive in the church lot, Dad,
you ran beside me down the lane.
Mom, you kept my baby tooth in a drawer —
I know, 'cause I found it last spring.
I'm not here to be somebody different,
I'm here to show you the whole thing.

My hands are shaking, the water's gone warm,
I've said this so many times in the car —

I need you to still see me,
the kid who slammed that screen door.
I'm not asking you to fix this,
'cause there's nothing here to be sorry for.
I'm still your kid.
Just let me be your kid out loud.

There's a person I haven't told you about,
been carrying their name like a stone in my coat.
And I'm tired of leaving them out of the photos,
tired of editing every note.
You raised me to be honest at this table —
so here I am, being it now.
The cereal bowl's still mine in the sink,
I just need you to see me somehow.

My hands are shaking, the water's gone warm,
I've said this so many times in the car —

I need you to still see me,
the kid who slammed that screen door.
I'm not asking you to fix this,
'cause there's nothing here to be sorry for.
I'm still your kid.
Just let me be your kid out loud.

And if it takes you a minute,
take the minute, I'll wait.
I waited twenty years to say it,
I can sit here past the plate.
Just don't get up from the table —
that's the only thing I fear.
Stay. Stay right here.

I need you to still see me,
the kid who slammed that screen door.
I'm not asking you to fix this,
'cause there's nothing here to be sorry for.
I'm still your kid.
Just let me be your kid out loud.

Same chipped mug, same carved name.
Still your kid. Still the same.

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