Like anyone would be I am flattered by your fascination with me Like any hot blooded woman I have simply wanted an object to crave But you, you're not
You from New York, you are so relevant You reduce me to cosmic tears Luminous more so than most anyone Unapologetically alive, knot in my stomach and
Hey yiah yiah Yiah yea yea Hey yiah An old man turned ninety-eight He won the lottery and died the next day It's a black fly in your Chardonnay It's
Do you go to the dungeon To find out how to make peace With your days in the dungeon? Writing a letter to you didn't make me any more peaceful Than how
As we were talking outside it was cold We were shivering yet warmed by the subject matter My wife is in the next room we've been having troubles you know
You are the original template You are the original exemplary How seen were you actually? How revered were you, honestly, at the time? Why, pleased with
I'd be lying if I said I was completely unscathed I might be proving you right with my silence or my retaliation Would I be letting you win in my non
I've seen them kneel with baited breath for their rituals I've watched this experience raise them to pseudo higher levels I've watched them leave their
I am the biggest hypocrite Been undeniably jealous I have been loud and pretentious I have been utterly threatened I've gotten candy for my self-interest
You hadn't seen your father in such a long time He died in the arms of his lover how dare he Your mother never left the house She never married anyone
Dear darlin', your mom, my friend left a message On my machine she was frantic saying you were talking crazy That you wanted to do away with yourself
Dear Matthew, I like you a lot I realize you're in a relationship with someone right now And I respect that I'd like you to know that if you're ever single
How 'bout getting off of these antibiotics How 'bout stopping eating when I'm full up How 'bout them transparent dangling carrots How 'bout that ever
If I make a lot of tinsel then people will want to If I am hardened, no fear of further abandonment If I am famous then maybe I'll feel good in this skin
I was afraid you'd hit me if I'd spoken up I was afraid of your physical strength I was afraid you'd hit below the belt I was afraid of your sucker punch
I wouldn't have compromised as much So much of myself for fear of Having you hating me And I would've sung so loudly It would've cracked myself And I
Burn the books They've got too many names and psychoses All this incriminating evidence would surely haunt me If someone broke into my house Suits in
That I would be good even if I did nothing That I would be good even if I got the thumbs down That I would be good if I got and stayed sick That I would
