Composed, performed, produced by Bob Forbes.
Lyrics
She walks the boulevard with headphones on tight,
Watching stars flickering and flashing in the night.
Lipstick promises kept ever so securely inside,
Every which way tells a story between the lines.
Shell-shocked Shannon, standing in the ruins of a lie,
Hands in the fire, but she’s learning how to hide.
Look at Shannon, the scars glitter in the dark,
She’s a little broken, but she’s still breaking hearts.
Call it wounded, call it weary, believe what you need,
But Shannon’s got a map tattooed beneath her sleeve.
Not a damsel, not a saint, watch her pull it apart,
There's a different story that goes with each scar.
Shell-shocked Shannon, standing in the ruins of a lie,
Hands in the fire, but she’s learning how to hide.
Look at Shannon, the scars glitter in the dark,
She’s a little broken, but she’s still breaking hearts.
And when the night resets the pain without gain,
We’ll do the city brighter, losing the summer rain.
No more apologizing for the thunder in your chest,
You follow a pattern unlike all the rest.
Shell-shocked Shannon, standing in the ruins of a lie,
Hands in the fire, but she’s learning how to hide.
Look at Shannon, the scars glitter in the dark,
She’s a little broken, but she’s still breaking hearts.
Copyright 2025; Bob Forbes
