What is it with society
it can't leave girls alone
to be the way they want to be
they have to **** and moan...

"Now this one she's too skinny
with a blatant lack of ***
legs stolen from flamingos
and arms like two matchsticks.."

"Now this one's far too chubby
observe her thunder thighs
see her wobble as she's walking
it's clear who ate all the pies.."

"Now see the tattooed freakshow
flesh tunnels, garb of black
in burly boots and trenchcoat
she must be taking crack.."

"and what of lil Miss sunkissed
with her streaky perma-tan
who dresses like a two bit *****
but never keeps her man.."

A war on flaws is raging
as media fuels the flame
mixed with the tongues of gossips
it gets stronger everyday
we're taught to judge a person
by looks and shape alone
regardless of their inner selves
their talents, dreams and goals
It really is a worry,
to watch our young girls grow
bowed under weight and pressure
with self esteem so low.

So tell them that they're beautiful
it's not too much to ask
and please be sure to tell them
that the media's an ***!

It's funny my phone started dying after I read that, like it knew how I felt
Like all the things unsaid were now said, but were still unsatisfactory
And I wanted you to say more and more was always too much for you
And it'd be too much for me if I had a filter anyways

Tell me I'm going too far because I can't
Tell me I'm everything you want, because part of me wants to become something you shant
Because it's perfect for you, but I know you've got pockets full of sand
You try to grab on but everything sifts through your hands

Sleep on sleep on, so I can pretend you live alongside while I dream on, dream on your bedside
Tease me until we're unsatis factories

Plead on naysayer
Like the pride of a mouth breather
Calloused like the fringe of a broken guard rail
You're sharp, and your halfwit isn't enough to keep a light lit
But you're clever and you're under my skin with your blood *****
Have you gotten close enough to check my pulse yet?
Tell me what it says, I'm sure it's morse code for something
Because It's been speaking to me in languages I've never heard of, but based on the hurt I've taken bets
Risky guesses better then what the wind lets
If I let go it'd take me back to limbo
Where the rats and the people scurry all the same, it'd take me somewhere, I don't know
I've let you pull me apart to climb inside to take a tour of my heart
To let you punch me so hard, something on the other side would come out as a show of art
Like a line of blow to the nose, the rows of the pews awe align
To make a sound so hurtful, not even your father would turn to give an eye
Embarrassed I let you tear me apart, just because I wanted to know what was inside
I can't say a word, but two, and all they are is good bye

I'll deal with tomorrow, tomorrow I say
Leave me, leave me in bed, motionless to lay
There's too much going on in my head
It's turning every black and every white into gray

Chaos cripples my feet like the dead of the night
Everything that was once in my grasp is out of my sight
They tell me it's self humiliation
But I'd like to disagree, I'd like to say it's self retaliation

The parting of the seas between a mind so split already only creates a slightly different replica of me
And then I'm one layer deeper
I can't find the way out, and the more I think about it, and the more I try to separate myself from the things that make me, I get farther away, now I can't even see the sea

So if you ever see that sea, plunge into it for me.

Save me.

I never knew myself till I met you
Because I noticed how much of me has become a part of you
I loved connecting with a person so different
Until I realized the difference became the same
And the frame became askewed
And I saw that you weren't you, but a part of me was inside of you
And that's why I wandered away so long ago, with out a clue

It's the way he touched you
You hated him but loved it
It's all the things we can't talk about
Breathing behind the blinds of your closet, and in the darkest parts of your head  

Mangled in your memories
Caught in the middle of your dark fantasies
You love him but it feels so **** good to feel different
Hiding in another man's bathroom on your knees  
What he won't know won't hurt him, but it'll hurt his insecurities              
  
You won't say a word but the media and the magazine's are yelling at him
He's pouring his scotch just to find a friend, and it's a lot like his mind when it's alone, it's pouring over the brim  
Cascading into mountains flying over top his head

You're a desperate little doll just stuck in your thoughts
Cowarding in the corner of your room hiding behind all the things you bought, to make you feel better
His income is incoming but his do's are doubts and shame
Everything's warmer near the fire, but the warmth will drive you crazy when you catch aflame

You're stuck inside a telephone booth and the copper wire's split
It's everything you want to say, it's all the things hidden underneath your beard that's turning it gray
Sometimes it's better to blow the flame out, but you'd rather stay lit