I was told when I was young that I was precious.
And thus -
I didn't want to bleed because I thought my rubies were spilling out.
I didn't want to cry so people wouldn't take my sapphires.
I thought my crown was inside of me.
But instead of a treasure chest, I discovered, I was a firework.
Assembled so neatly just to explode.
Put together just to fall apart.
Cigarettes only become useful
after they're lit on fire.
So pull me out of a little paper box and burn me up?
I've always worked well under pressure.
I only work well under pressure.
And because of this
I pocketed every lump of coal I found in my stockings
knowing that if I pressed it between my palms I could make a diamond
I guess that's why my hands are always *****
sorry sir - I can't shake your hand today -
I'm making diamonds
maybe that's why I held you so tight
why I placed my blackened hands on your shoulders
and pressed so hard
not knowing of course
you already were a diamond.
you already were a diamond.