You can tell
from the scars on my arms
and cracks in my hips
and the dents in my car
and the blisters on my lips
that iand'm not the carefullest of girls
You can tell
from the glass on the floor
and the strings thatand're breaking
and i keep on breaking more
and it looks like i am shaking
but itand's just the temperature
and then again
if it were any colder i could disengage
if i were any older i could act my age
but i dont think that youd believe me
itand's
not
the
way
iand'm
meant
to
be
itand's just the way the operation made me
And you can tell
from the state of my room
that they let me out too soon
and the pills that i ate
came a couple years too late
and ive got some issues to work through
there i go again
pretending to be you
make-believing
that i have a soul beneath the surface
trying to convince you
it was accidentally on purpose
I am not so serious
this passion is a plagiarism
i might join your century
but only on a rare occasion
i was taken out
before the labor pains set in and now
behold the worldand's worst accident
i am the girl anachronism
And you can tell
by the red in my eyes
and the bruises on my thighs
and the knots in my hair
and the bathtub full of flies
that iand'm not right now at all
there i go again
pretending that iand'll fall
donand't call the doctors
cause theyand've seen it all before
theyand'll say just
let
her
crash
and
burn
sheand'll learn
the attention just encourages her
And you can tell
from the full-body cast
that iand'm sorry that i asked
though you did everything you could
(like any decent person would)
but i might be catching so donand't touch
youand'll start believeing youre immune to gravity and stuff
donand't get me wet
because the bandages will all come off
And you can tell
from the smoke at the stake
that the current state is critical
well it is the little things, for instance:
in the time it takes to break it she can make up ten excuses:
please excuse her for the day, its just the way the medication makes her...
I dont necessarily believe there is a cure for this
so i might join your century but only as a doubtful guest
i was too precarious removed as a caesarian
behold the worlds worst accident
i am the girl anachronism
