They call me a wreck- I just supposed my ship was lost... Trying to find peace And a boy with hair like smoke (billowing and whispy) Who always got the best of me; and I drop like an anchor Whenever his light is on.
The first time i did it A belt and a beam When they cut me Down my mother screamed The doctor frowned At my beauty marks The shrinks they called To put me in a box
The second time Was panic pills My mother cried That I fit the bill She choked me out What could I say I told her i just want A Holiday
And the the tempo changed.
For my witty grapefruit breasts My hair wrapped Like a head dress So they may say What charm and grace What a bitter soul What a lovely taste When they should find me Swollen and ripe My fat lined face My clothes, my race Twice now ive gone Down the rabbit hole Twice now they caught me-