Words and Scratches
You carefully study yourself in the mirror
Looking at the girl or the ghost that stares back at you
You paint those eye, thick with make up
As the pins in your (once) heart start to burn...
You colour your hair like you colour your yourself
A selfish ragdoll amid a starry sky
Blithe stars that know nothing of agony, or
The affections that have passed you by...
(the curtain rises)
(The Martyrdom of the Self Absorbed Girl)
Your neck is marked with red, and bruised
From where you hung yourself
Blood is dripping from your stigmata...
Spread your arms outward, and look at the sky
Your mouth stands agape,
And your eyes fill with those gray clouds.
Words like poison from your lips
This is to be your martyrdom
Your sick self-sacrifice
They can't appreciate you
Because they're eyes are blind
(well it's an eye for an eye, you know)
The saint you've become-- like joan of arc
Oh, and they will burn you.
Like my staring burns right into you
(or so i would have it)
The flames of your ardent passion consuming you
For love or for art!?!
You walk on those coals
Because you think you're so misunderstood.
you can sit alone till dawn
Filling the pages of a notebook
Push the hair in your face
Obstruct your view/skew your perception
Yeah, it's okay I do it too.
You're busy at your desk
Scribbling on those dreary pages
You've gotta fill up every one
Because that's when the problem will get solved
Right? Or if it doesn't
It's okay...
Fill up another one till you are cured
The CD player skips and you tilt your head
Stick the pen in your mouth
The words are virgin snow
Falling down onto the clean white page
The are pure...
Or that's what you are telling yourself.
Looking at the girl or the ghost that stares back at you
You paint those eye, thick with make up
As the pins in your (once) heart start to burn...
You colour your hair like you colour your yourself
A selfish ragdoll amid a starry sky
Blithe stars that know nothing of agony, or
The affections that have passed you by...
(the curtain rises)
(The Martyrdom of the Self Absorbed Girl)
Your neck is marked with red, and bruised
From where you hung yourself
Blood is dripping from your stigmata...
Spread your arms outward, and look at the sky
Your mouth stands agape,
And your eyes fill with those gray clouds.
Words like poison from your lips
This is to be your martyrdom
Your sick self-sacrifice
They can't appreciate you
Because they're eyes are blind
(well it's an eye for an eye, you know)
The saint you've become-- like joan of arc
Oh, and they will burn you.
Like my staring burns right into you
(or so i would have it)
The flames of your ardent passion consuming you
For love or for art!?!
You walk on those coals
Because you think you're so misunderstood.
you can sit alone till dawn
Filling the pages of a notebook
Push the hair in your face
Obstruct your view/skew your perception
Yeah, it's okay I do it too.
You're busy at your desk
Scribbling on those dreary pages
You've gotta fill up every one
Because that's when the problem will get solved
Right? Or if it doesn't
It's okay...
Fill up another one till you are cured
The CD player skips and you tilt your head
Stick the pen in your mouth
The words are virgin snow
Falling down onto the clean white page
The are pure...
Or that's what you are telling yourself.