Ribbons
While most of the songs on Lemonboy are fairly recent, “Ribbons” has been with me for over a decade. I wrote it when I was around 18 or 19, reflecting on the doubts, fears, and comforts that keep us tethered in place when we otherwise crave some sort of momentum.
Life’s obstacles often feel obvious; they’re sharp, jagged, and hard. Sometimes, though, what holds us back is soft and beautiful—so gentle we hardly notice how tightly we’re bound. In these times, what holds us in place feels less obvious. It can be the quiet fear of the unknown. It can be the temptation to remain in the space that is known. It’s a choice that’s simply waiting to be made.
Pursuing Lemonboy was the greatest step out of my comfort zone I’ve ever taken, so it felt only fitting to include this song in this collection. This project is so deeply rooted in themes of identity and self-discovery and, at least to me, “Ribbons” captures the moment of hesitation just before you push past fear into growth and something new.
CREDITS
Music & Lyrics: Adam Greczkowski
Arrangement: Adam Greczkowski
Engineer: Charlie Pilzer
Vocals: Adam Greczkowski
Backing Vocals: Gianca D'elia, Drew Thatcher
Ukulele: Adam Greczkowski
Guitar: Daniel M. Baker
Bass: Jack Zornado
Shaker: Emily Zornado
Producers: Adam Greczkowski, Emily Zornado, Jack Zornando
Ribbons
Letting go has never been my forte
I don’t know what is but maybe one day
I’ll find a map with all the answers on it
‘Til then, I have to try to break
The ribbons on my wrists
They’re tied around and knotted with grace
A once empty bottle is filled with sand
A letter and a thread
From the ribbons in my head
All alone in here, it gets so cold
The whispers of my worries ripple and multiply
As I get older, will it just get colder?
I think I might go crazy soon, unless I untie
The ribbons on my wrists
They’re tied around and knotted with grace
A once empty bottle is filled with sand
A letter and a thread
From the ribbons in my head
Maybe one day, I won’t be scared
I’ll have the strength to leave this place
I won’t be haunted by the scars I wear
And the weight I bear will fall away
‘Til then, the ribbons on my wrists
Remain tied around and knotted with grace
A once empty bottle is filled with sand
A letter and a thread
From the ribbons in my head
From the ribbons in my head