I woke up this morning, a funny taste in my head Spackled some butter over my whole grain bread Something tastes different, maybe it's my tongue Something
Oh, what a day is today Nothing can stand in my way Now that you shipped on from under my skin I think I'm ready to win Oh, what a night is tonight I
On a highway along the Atlantic I'm rifling through these last seventeen years The radio waxes romantic It's lullabies fill our eyes with tears We don
Rolled around on kitchen floors Tied my tongue in pretty bows with yours And now we pass and just like glass I see through you, you see through me like
I could write my name by the age of three And I don't need anyone to cut my meat for me I'm a big girl now, see my big girl shoes It'll take more than
Have you ever thought about what protects our hearts? Just a cage of rib bones and other various parts So it's fairly simple to cut right through the
I never thought I'd fall so far down This incredibly long dark hole Something so sweet as the sound of your feet On the floor would give me more room
I want to crawl back inside my mother's womb I want to shut out all the lights in this room I want to start fresh, like a baby in a sink Scrub away all
Baby, you've got the sort of hands to rip me apart And baby, you've got the sort of face to start this old heart But your eyes are warning me this early
I knitted you a hat all blue and gold To keep your ears warm from the Binghamton cold It was my first one and it was too small It didn't fit you at all
They say that home is where the heart is I guess I haven't found my home And we keep driving round in circles Afraid to call this place our own And are
1, 2, 3, 4 Though the days are long Twilight sings a song Of a happiness that used to be Soon my eyes will close (Soon my eyes will close) Soon I'll
Charlie don't let the girls hurt your heart Don't let the angry boys tear you apart I know you're tired of not fittin' in But it's not fitting in that
Yesterday I woke up With your head on my arm My hand was numb, circulation gone But I dared not move the pretty sleeping one The sun had painted patterns
The colored lights, they brightly shine Unlike your eyes avoiding mine The snow is folding sheets upon sheet Our hands not holding as we cross the street
When I would play my song You used to sing along I always seem to forget How fragile are the very strong I'm sorry I can't steal you I'm sorry I can'
Look at yourself Are you sad? Are you sad? Don't be afraid It's not bad to be sad Dust off your hands And reach into foreign lands of your mind Don't
I have taken a wrong turn When will I learn? When will I learn? Should I show them all my scars? Cherry red, bleeding burn Like an angry apple tree I