I used to be a superhero; no one could touch me, not even myself. You are like a phone booth I somehow stumbled into, and now look at me – I am just like everybody else.
I was supposed to be cool about this, yeah, I remember – cool was the plan. Tried to keep it all under wraps, but the wraps kept going slack. I keep turning round, I keep coming back.
And thoughts of no other man but you could possibly get through the picket lines to enter into my mind.
Up up up up up up points the spire of the steeple but god’s work isn’t done by god it’s done by people.
How come I can pick my ears but not my nose?
If more people were screamin’, I could relax.
Don’t treat me like I am something that happened to you.
I’ve been waiting for sleep to offer up the day with both hands.
Then I show up steady ready and proud and I find I’ve forgotten how to talk out loud. Isn’t it just like you to bring me to my knees?
Birth is the epicenter of women’s power.
Smile pretty and watch your back.
They taught me different was wrong.
I’m recording our history now on the bedroom wall, and when we leave the landlord will come and paint over it all.
If you don’t live what you sing about, your mirror is gonna fade.
I would like to perfect the art of being studiously aloof.
There’s a paradox in every paradigm.
If you’re not angry, then you’re just stupid, you don’t care. How else can you react when something’s so unfair?
Words are hotter than flames. Words are wetter than water.
I always wanted to be commander-in-chief of my one-woman army, But I can envision the mediocrity of my finest hour.
To split yourself in two is just the most radical thing you can do.