this is lyrics. Girl Anachronism - the Dresden Dolls.
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 i'm not the carefullest of girls
you can tell
from the glass on the floor, and the strings that're breaking,
and i keep on breaking more
and it looks like i am shaking
but it'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 you'd believe me
it's
not
the
way
i'm
meant
to
be
it'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 world'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 i'm not right now at all
there i go again
pretending that i'll fall
don't call the doctors
cause they've seen it all before
they'll say "just let her crash
and
burn
she'll learn.
the attention just encourages her."
and you can tell from the full-body cast that i'm sorry that i asked
though you did everything you could (like any decent person would)
but i might be catching so don't touch
you'll start believing youre immune to gravity and stuff.
don'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.
and the dents in my car, and the blisters on my lips
that i'm not the carefullest of girls
you can tell
from the glass on the floor, and the strings that're breaking,
and i keep on breaking more
and it looks like i am shaking
but it'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 you'd believe me
it's
not
the
way
i'm
meant
to
be
it'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 world'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 i'm not right now at all
there i go again
pretending that i'll fall
don't call the doctors
cause they've seen it all before
they'll say "just let her crash
and
burn
she'll learn.
the attention just encourages her."
and you can tell from the full-body cast that i'm sorry that i asked
though you did everything you could (like any decent person would)
but i might be catching so don't touch
you'll start believing youre immune to gravity and stuff.
don'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.