You can find your identity in the damage that’s been done to you. You find your identity in your wounds, in your scars, in the places where you’ve been beat up and you turn them into a medal. We all wear the things we’ve survived with some honour, but the real honour is in also transcending them.
I took month-long vacations in the stratosphere, and you know it’s really hard to hold your breath. I swear I lost everything I ever loved or feared, I was the cosmic kid in full costume dress. Well, my feet they finally took root in the earth, but I got me a nice little place in the stars. And I swear I found the key to the universe, in the engine of an old parked car. I hid in the mother breast of the crowd, but when they said, “Pull down,” I pulled up Ooh… growin’ up Ooh… growin’ up