i have no plan whatsoever.

it's not loneliness that scares the **** out of me.
it's the idea that i actually have to face the world now.
i have to work.
and if i get fired, i have to cry (alone) and find a new job.



i needed someone to take care of me.
i needed someone to cushion me if i ever were to fall.

cuz us girls, we're taught that the world is ******* scary.
and that men have it all together.

really, we're just pairing up with the smart kids for the science project because we don't want to fail the class.

instead of realizing that we are the smart kids.
we could do the science project all by ourselves, if we wanted.

i told myself, i don't need a man.

i was lying to myself.

i couldn't even picture my future without someone beside me.

we're told as girls,
someday, a prince will come rescue you.
and you just gotta wait for your prince.


so i got into nice n' easy relationships hoping that it would eventually turn into true love
and in the meanwhile, they would fall for me
and take care of me like i was a child.

if i ever cried, i had someone to hold me.

always.

and for some reason, i thought that made it all better.

it doesn't.

i jumped around, from prince to prince
hoping that it would eventually turn into happily ever after.

knowing that i was too weak to handle the real world by myself.
do i have a life plan?

no. my plan was to find someone to make a life for me.

now i'm straggling behind,
while others were doing hard work at school and making friends and building relationships
i was sitting in a corner with you, fiddling with our priorities.

i don't know what i'm doing with my life.

but i sure as hell am not going to sit around and wait for some prince to scoop me off of my pathetic ***.

every day all i can do is get out of the castle and
get on my black horse

and go.

If you were only one inch tall, you'd ride a worm to school.
The teardrop of a crying ant would be your swimming pool.
A crumb of cake would be a feast
And last you seven days at least,
A flea would be a frightening beast
If you were one inch tall.

If you were only one inch tall, you'd walk beneath the door,
And it would take about a month to get down to the store.
A bit of fluff would be your bed,
You'd swing upon a spider's thread,
And wear a thimble on your head
If you were one inch tall.

You'd surf across the kitchen sink upon a stick of gum.
You couldn't hug your mama, you'd just have to hug her thumb.
You'd run from people's feet in fright,
To move a pen would take all night,
(This poem took fourteen years to write--
'Cause I'm just one inch tall).

Well, my daddy left home when I was three,
and he didn't leave much to Ma and me,
just this old guitar and a bottle of *****.
Now I don't blame him because he run and hid,
but the meanest thing that he ever did was
before he left he went and named me Sue.

Well, he must have thought it was quite a joke,
and it got lots of laughs from a lot of folks,
it seems I had to fight my whole life through.
Some gal would giggle and I'd get red
and some guy would laugh and I'd bust his head,
I tell you, life ain't easy for a boy named Sue.

Well, I grew up quick and I grew up mean.
My fist got hard and my wits got keen.
Roamed from town to town to hide my shame,
but I made me a vow to the moon and the stars,
I'd search the ***** tonks and bars and ****
that man that gave me that awful name.

But it was Gatlinburg in mid July and I had
just hit town and my throat was dry.
I'd thought i'd stop and have myself a brew.
At an old saloon in a street of mud
and at a table dealing stud sat the *****,
mangy dog that named me Sue.

Well, I knew that snake was my own sweet dad
from a worn-out picture that my mother had
and I knew the scar on his cheek and his evil eye.
He was big and bent and gray and old
and I looked at him and my blood ran cold,
and I said, "My name is Sue. How do you do?
Now you're gonna die." Yeah, that's what I told him.

Well, I hit him right between the eyes and he went down
but to my surprise he came up with a knife
and cut off a piece of my ear. But I busted a chair
right across his teeth. And we crashed through
the wall and into the street kicking and a-gouging
in the mud and the blood and the beer.

I tell you I've fought tougher men but I really can't remember when.
He kicked like a mule and bit like a crocodile.
I heard him laughin' and then I heard him cussin',
he went for his gun and I pulled mine first.
He stood there looking at me and I saw him smile.

And he said, "Son, this world is rough and if
a man's gonna make it, he's gotta be tough
and I knew I wouldn't be there to help you along.
So I gave you that name and I said 'Goodbye'.
I knew you'd have to get tough or die. And it's
that name that helped to make you strong."

Yeah, he said, "Now you have just fought one
helluva fight, and I know you hate me and you've
got the right to **** me now and I wouldn't blame you
if you do. But you ought to thank me
before I die for the gravel in your guts and the spit
in your eye because I'm the nut that named you Sue."
Yeah, what could I do? What could I do?

I got all choked up and I threw down my gun,
called him pa and he called me a son,
and I came away with a different point of view
and I think about him now and then.
Every time I tried, every time I win and if I
ever have a son I think I am gonna name him
Bill or George - anything but Sue.

Nice people
Make my heart
Hurt

It is childish
I know
But I cannot help but
Think this way