Kate Tempest - Theme from Becky lyrics

She was a smart kid Smart girl, soft eyes Took in a hard world and saw it Fast forward She's moving for money in bars full of tourists She's moved up to ma**age She's happy, she's in charge Talking to clients Adoring the silence Of after the session Her and the night air How to be more than the sum of your parts? She knows how they see her but they don't know half I never wanted to be anybody other Than the person that I am And the things that I discovered In the circles that I ran Have been difficult and humbling Some don't understand But I'm happiest when struggling She's not reluctant to touch It's the one thing That must bring us closer together It's such an important endeavour To feel tender She can't believe there are some Who have never been held in their lives Eight months in a boardroom Three on the motorway One in a small room Watching the dawn loom large over grey bricks It's not sordid, it's sacred To open them up to the warmth Of her nature; it's ancient She don't wanna do it forever But let's face it Wages are f**ed And rent is outrageous Some might say that she's being degraded But she makes her own mind up Knows her own morals She don't care 'bout how most people see it One man's certain is another man's squabble Life's to be lived Not agreed with She's making her living And she's making it safely Better than slaving away in an office Or k**ing herself to fill some boss's pockets Working for peanuts and making them conkers I never wanted to be anybody other Than the person that I am And the things that I discovered In the circles that I ran Have been difficult and humbling Some don't understand But I'm happiest when struggling Well all of us walk to our own beat And each person's rhythm is unique You can't hear somebody's tune If you count in your time You must count their time To enjoy how their mind Makes its music She fell in love with a suitor His name was Pete and while she was at work He got stoned and watched snooker And when she got home he cooked food for them both They were happy and close But she could feel it pulling at the threads of their tapestry Unravelling all that he knew to be true He's the type to say, 'This is reality' He finds it very hard to alter his view But, gradually She has felt less and less certain That his understanding would stretch And now she's got to justify all her decisions But he doesn't listen, just gets upset But she, in her wisdom, is ready to try She thinks of his feelings She kisses his neck in the evenings Tells him, for them she's a sweet thing In-between meetings But he has her depth and the whole of her But when he's holding her hand It feels less like her hand And more like his hand And when he's kissing her face It feels less like her face And more like his face She's become displaced Is she herself? Or is she the girl that he wants her to be? She tells him, 'I don't want to hurt you But your judgements are heavy And they're hurting me' I never wanted to be anybody other Than the person that I am And the things that I discovered In the circles that I ran Have been difficult and humbling Some don't understand But I'm happiest when struggling