Paintbrushes and globs of me
Wipe them down limbs
Through the tunnel of the ripped portrait
Light escapes and gropes for us like the men
Who weren't held accountable by their mothers
By their fathers
And all the strong women nod their head in unison
"We've gotta do somethin."

Caps of jim beam
Light that **** up,
Click, click, record, perch on the counter
Nobody can give you love like you can give yourself.

I wish I could sprinkle myself
Onto a blank massive canvas
Spectators would all walk by and cry
"Thats where she is happiest."
Its not with her hand held
Its not with her name whispered
Its where she placed and made her own home.

I could swizzle and swivel my skeleton
To look just like the frozen garden outside
But I don't know who I really want to be mine
But I wanna leap across the world
But sometimes, yeah, I have this weepy feeling
Deep inside.

I don't have a second to spare
So don't tell me to give you a sec
Or that you had a dream
I know loved ones reside across oceans
But I can't and won't wait up for you
Or stay, because its easier for you
Love, we all have love, but
I gotta go to see all the places and all the things.

My mother and father
They tell me now, at age 24
They never really realized how I was pretty
Like a model
So young, my father always knew--he says
But I roll in and out of money
Wish I could rip it all away from the tree
Because ain't none of it really for me.

Swish, click, like, repeat
Gurgle and spit a multitude of colors
I always loved to spin in circles.