You can't hide behind social graces, so don't try to be all touchy feely. 'Cuz you lie in my face of all places, but I got no problem with that really. What bugs me is that you believe what you're saying. What bothers me is that you don't know how you feel. What scares me is that while you're telling me stories, you actually believe that they are real. And I got no illusions about you. Guess what? I never did. And when I said, when I said I'll take it, I meant, I meant as is, as is... Just give up and admit you're an asshole. You would be in some good company. And I think you'd find that your friends would forgive you, or maybe I am just speaking for me. When I look around, I think this, this is good enough, and I try to laugh at whatever life brings. 'Cuz when I look down, I just miss all the good stuff. And when I look up, I just trip over things. I've got no illusions about you. Guess what? I never did. When I say, when I say I'll take it, I mean, I mean, as is...
You were fresh off the boat from Virginia, I had a year of New York City under my belt. We met in a dream, we were both nineteen. I remember where we were standing. I remember how it felt. Two little girls growing out of their training bras. This little girl breaks furniture, this little girl breaks laws. Two girls together, just a little less alone. This little girl cried wee, wee, wee all the way home. You were always half crazy, now look at you baby. You make about as much sense as a nursery rhyme. Love is a piano dropped from a four story window, and you were in the wrong place at the wrong time. And I don't like your girlfriend. I blame her. I Never seen one of your lovers do you so much harm. I loved you first, and you know I would prefer if she didn't empty her syringes into your arm. Here comes little naked me padding up to the bathroom door to find little naked you slumped on the bathroom floor. So I guess I'll just stand here with my back against the wall while you distill your whole life down to a 911 call. Now you bring me your bruises so I can "ooh and aah" at the display. Maybe I'm supposed to make one of my famous jokes that makes everything ok. Maybe I'm supposed to be the handsome prince who rides up and unties your hands, or maybe I'm supposed to be the furrowed-brow friend who thinks she understands. Here comes little naked me. padding up to the bathroom door to find little naked you slumped on the bathroom floor. So I guess I'll just stand here with my back against the wall while you distill your whole life down to a 911 call.
I'm a pixie, I'm a paper doll, I'm a cartoon, I 'm a chipper cheerful free-for-all, and I light up a room. I'm a color-me-happy girl, Miss Live and Let Live, and when they're out for blood, I always give. The man behind the counter looks like he's got a half a dozen places he'd rather be. And furthermore he looks like he's prepared to take it all out on me. Buddy, I don't really care what your problem is, just don't make it mine. Come on kids, let's all hold hands and pretend we're having a good time. Maybe you don't like your job, maybe you didn't get enough sleep. Well nobody likes their job, nobody got enough sleep. Maybe you just had the worst day of your life, but you know, there's no escape and there's no excuse, so just suck up and be nice. All the privileged white kids on TV playing at death, brandishing their cold cuts with their ghostly make-up and their heroin breath. And all the little fishies flapping wildly on their hooks, while all the top critics find great meaning in the telephone book. The little emperor, he has no clothes, so he can't come out to play, and besides which life is suffering, and he likes it that way. And the little guy is not so friendly but you know life has been cruel, so wipe that smile off your face, baby, and try to be cool. Maybe you don't like your job, maybe you didn't get enough sleep. Well nobody likes their job, nobody got enough sleep. Maybe you just had the worst day of your life, but you know, there's no escape and there's no excuse, so just suck up and be nice. Yeah, I'd like to perfect the art of being studiously aloof, like life is just a boring chore and I'm living proof. I could join forces with an army of ornery hipsters, but then I guess I'd be out of a job. So I guess that's out of the picture. 'Cuz I'm a pixie, I'm a paper doll, I'm a cartoon, I'm a chipper cheerful free-for-all, and I light up a room. I'm a color-me-happy girl, Miss Live and Let Live, and when they're out for blood, I always give.
I'm cradling the softest, warmest part of you in my hands. Feels like a little baby bird fallen from the nest. I think that your body is something I understand, I think that I'm happy, I think that I'm blessed. I've got a lack of information. I've had a loss of perspective. I've had a little bit to drink and it's making me think that I can jump ship and swim, that the ocean will hold me, that there's got to be more than this boat I'm in. They can call me crazy if I fail. All the chance that I need is one-in-a-million, and they can call me brilliant if I succeed. Gravity is nothing to me, I'm moving at the speed of sound. I've just gonna get my feet wet until I drown. I teeter between tired and really, really tired. I'm wiped and I'm wired, but I guess that's just as well. 'Cuz I've built my own empire out of car tires and chicken wire and I'm queen of my own compost heap and I'm getting used to the smell. I've had a lack of information, I've had a little revelation. I'm climbing up on the railing trying not to look down. I'm going to do my best swan dive into shark-infested waters. I'm gonna pull out my tampon and start splashing around. 'Cuz I don't care if they eat me alive, I've got better things to do than survive. I've got a memory of your warm skin in my hand and I've got a vision of blue sky and dry land. I'm cradling the hardest, heaviest part of me in my hands. The ship is pitching and heaving, our limbs are bobbing and weaving, I think this is something I understand. I just need a couple vaccinations for my far-away vacation. I'm going to go ahead and go boldly 'cuz a little bird told me that jumping is easy, that falling is fun, right up until you hit the sidewalk, shivering and stunned. They can call me crazy if I fail. All the chance that I need is one-in-a-million. And they can call me brilliant if I succeed. Gravity is nothing to me I'm moving at the speed of sound. I'm just gonna get my feet wet until I drown
