Message Received a.k.a. Lies by the Sunday Colors

He said I spell it with a K, I don’t see why you can’t remember
K-A-S-E-Y, it’s not so hard, and you didn’t have a problem back when you thought I was a tomboy
I am only who I’ve always been
And I know that’s not the story you tell yourself when you’re all alone and the lights are dim

I’d pray for your acceptance, but I don’t believe in God
I’d turn to better friends, but I know you’re all I’ve got
Getting Older means you change, not always for the better
Getting older means you count your loss and learn to settle
Getting older every day, getting older every day

He said you don’t have to shout, could you slow things down, could you change your position?
You may think you see a different side of me, but though my smile has changed you’ll find I’m not so different
I can’t speak my mind without having to tiptoe around your emotions
I had built up steam, but now that you’re crying I’ve lost all composure

I’d pray for your acceptance, but I don’t believe in God
I’d turn to better friends, but I know you’re all I’ve got
Getting Older means you change, not always for the better
Getting older means you count your loss and learn to settle
Getting older every day, getting older every day

Who I am is not to blame
But like oil to the open flame
You can’t fault the fire for sincerity
But nor am I compelled to stay
I won’t bit my tongue another day
You say my burns will heal and I’ll be free

But it’s lies