June 21, 1999

Complete

Things are bad
   don't you know?
You think it's bad for you?
   It's bad for me.

Girl with no choices left
  going home would equal hits
 Staying here would attract
      desperation
          no choices no choices
  She walks the streets
 patent leather boots meets rained pavement
         she's not heading home
               not anymore

Things are bad
   don't you know?
You think it's bad for you?
   It's bad for me.

Things in order
  climbing the ladder
 the rungs spread apart
     chaos ensumes
        control is lost
  falling down the up ladder

Things are bad
   don't you know?
You think it's bad for you?
   It's bad for me.

Love is torn
    heart is shredded
    love is wonderful
 when choices are clear
      love equally spread
  between two.....two!
    and only one of you...

Things are bad
   don't you know?
You think it's bad for you?
   It's bad for me.

Prim and proper
   neat and trim
 smiling masquerades
   screaming on the inside
  I want to be free!

Things are bad
   don't you know?
You think it's bad for you?
   It's bad for me.