It'd feel nice if you gave me a compliment

But I know how you hate to lie

I don’t even know your brother’s first name

Why the hell would I let you see me cry?

Dionne, I implore you

Call me when the wound closes

Four years I ignored your pain

For I thought your blood was golden

And I suppose it did taste somewhat metallic...

I just hope someday you learn how to widen your spotlight

I hope the fog on the car windows doesn’t obstruct your eyesight

I hope you don’t have to wait until your final breath to feel truly alive

It’s so sad you had to find out what they say about you

They push you around while you’re wearing high heel shoes

How could they expect you not to fall?

You’re just a human

They worship you like a god

Let me pump you an I.V. of assurance

But not until the bleeding stops