sure.

I wonder if i’d sell out if it meant catching a break

I wonder if i’d sell a moral, put my soul at stake

Bleach my smile. Bleach my hair. Bronze my pale thighs.

Tie a hair bow round my heart to hide its heaving sighs.

Take the little raincloud and my halo where it hangs,

and hang them in an art museum to show off their fangs.

I obsess in circles and i sicken with each turn.

I swim in deep black water, and i never fucking learn.

It’s not  you. it’s me, it’s me; this i swear to you–

Dont beat yourself on my behalf, oh but i won’t stop you…

I’ll sit here on my hands and try to swallow all this rain

that soaks the ground i walk on and puts my love in pain.

I’m numb and I’m pathetic. I’m obsessive and obscure,

and i’ll think from here to Mars and back but i’ll never be sure.

I’ll never be sure.