My derring-do allows me to dance the rigadoon around you but by the time I’m close to you I lose my desideratum.
The age thing really bugs me. Do people have more of a right to not like what I say because I’m 19?
I can bake. I made myself some nice French fries once. But otherwise I just eat out. Lots of salad bars.
It’s calm under the waves in the blue of my oblivion.
I took off my glasses while you were yelling at me once more than once so as not to see you see me react. Should’ve put ’em, should’ve put ’em on again so I could see you see me sincerely yelling back.
The early cars already are drawing deep breaths past my door. And last night’s phrases sick with lack of basis are still writhing on my floor.
I let the beast in too soon I don’t know how to live without his hand on my throat. I fight him always and still. Oh, darling it’s so sweet. You think you know how crazy, how crazy I am.
We are like a wishing well And a bolt of electricity.
I’ve gone through stages where I hate my body so much that I won’t even wear shorts and a bra in my house because if I pass a mirror, that’s the end of my day.
My scars were reflecting the mist in your headlights I looked like a neon zebra, shaking rain off her stripes.
I have never been So insulted in all my life I could swallow the seas To wash down all this pride First you run like a fool Just to be at my side And now you run like a fool But you just run to hide.
How can I ask anyone to love me when all I do is beg to be left alone?
Be kind to me, or treat me mean I’ll make the most of it, I’m an extraordinary machine.
If you want to see me cry, just come to a photo shoot.
Don’t waste your crazy!
There were songs I would write about breaking up with somebody before I broke up with them, months and months before I broke up with them.
In a strange way, I’m way more comfortable onstage than anywhere else.
Put a little love here in my void.
I was never somebody who grew up going, ‘I really want to be a singer in a band,’ and I never had any ambition toward anything, really.
Dreams can be deceiving, like faces are to hearts.