Do you really think you’re king of the patch of ground you command 
Do you really think you have what it takes to make a man 
And is that something to be proud of when you look at history 
Don’t ask for a defendant when you look at me 
Coz I’m not gonna lie or be perfect blonde girl chic 
I know it doesn’t matter so I don’t even speak 
I just let you have your way as you run all over town
Screaming that you let the flagpoles down 
And everyone just bows and nods their heads just so 
I’m tied up in ropes that will not let me go 
As they constrict the blood as it’s flowing in my veins
As if it’s just my lot in life to be beset by pains 
And they’ve got their diagrams and architecture drawing 
They have got their eyes and the damn bitch isn’t thawing 
They have got their summer and the winter in their bones
There was a song once about being all alone 
And it rang truer than a dice flung onto the board 
It struck sharper than a knife like the way she’d turn a word 
To cut you in half with a single strand of hair 
But the worst part isn’t blood, it’s the fact she isn’t there 
It’s the fact that the midnight comes to take a soul 
And that all I can do is say I don’t want to roll 
And he stands at the edge of the monster he has grown 
As if he takes joy in that which cannot be known 
As if he’s drawing stripes and energy from her 
I want to say get out as I stare at the water 
And it sucks and it drains and it grows all the plants 
From this vantage point it’s as though we are mere ants 
And they come to take my body to another place
Til I become the wall that they deface 
With pills and with potions, with sympathy and tilts 
Their heads and eyes soften as the flower wilts
And the chemicals the pour onto her soft roots 
Has a way of denying her ability to shoot 
Up from the soil like she has always done 
Is the only way forward to admit that they have won 
As they try to take each card that I ever earn 
But I just throw it in the fire and let the fucker burn