Discover the poetic beauty in ‘You Are the One’ by Adanowsky. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of Adanowsky or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.
Well I feel just like a child
Yeah I feel just like a child
Well I feel just like a child
Well I feel just like a child
From my womb to my tomb
I guess I’ll always be a child
Well some people try and treat me like a man
Yeah some people try and treat me like a man
Weel I guess they just don’t understand
Well some people try and treat me like a man
They think I know shit
But that’s just it
I’m a child
Weel I need you to tell me what to wear
Yeah I need you to help me comb my hair
Yeah I need you to come and tie my shoes
Yeah I need you to come and keep me amused
From my cave to my grave
I guess I’ll always be a child
Well I need you to help me reach the door
And I need you to walk me to the store
And I need you to please explain the war
And I need you to heal me when I’m sore
You can tell by my smile
That I’m a child
And I need you to sit me on your lap
And I need you to make me take my nap
Could you first pull out a book and
Read me some of that
‘Cause I need you to make me take my nap
And I need you to recognize my friends
‘Cause they’re there even though
You don’t see them
They got their own chair, plate, and a seat
You know I won’t touch my food
Unless they eat
From the roof to the floor
I crawl around some more
I’m a child
And I need you to help me blow my nose
And I need you to help me count my toes
And I need you to help me put on my clothes
And I need you to hide it when it shows
From be my daddy’s sperm
To being packed in an urn
I’m a child
And when I steal you gotta
Slap me ’til I cry
Don’t you stop ’til the tears run dry
See I was born thinking under the sky
I didn’t belong to a couple of old wise guys
From sucking on my mama’s breast
To when they lay my soul to rest
I’m a child
Well I guess I’m always be