Standing tall as a woman but acting tough as can be
Curling your lip directing your poetry at me
When I know it was written for another time
and place
It doesn't touch me
You're so bitter the past so close behind
You're so curling and churning how could your
angel give in
When there's nothing to blame but your price

And I guess you need an excuse to fall
If you're gonna pretend to fly at all

You can curl up cradled in your past
But it isn't as warm there is it will nothing ever last
Your painting your pictures with shards of your pain
You'd prick your fingers for blood to paint
You sing your strife like a sonnet I believe


You sing your strife like a sonnet
But you buy your hat with a sweat stained
brim already on it
Chaos and fate your enemies at least that's
the way you've sold them to be
You can put yourself on a cross but not for me


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