| So here is just the way it is: |
| I’m not clever enough to fix it |
| So I try my best to twist it |
| List the reasons to go |
| And reasons to stay |
| Keep it in my chest pocket |
| Keep it close to me—not near my mother |
| No, she’s always following like a hunter |
| Creeping through the shadows |
| ‘Cause she dwells in every corner |
| An assimilated fixture that be' stalking like a porter |
| She likes to dress me up |
| I swear she treats me like a daughter |
| But she don’t remember me |
| That picture on her dresser—she pretends that’s me |
| You know, it’s like an endless seam |
| That’s running down the leg of this relentless empress |
| I have heard it |
| -The voice that talks right by my window |
| 'Is there anybody home inside? |
| Is there anybody home inside your head?' |
| You tell me… |
| You tell me… |
| I’ve lost track of the times I’ve hurt myself |
| -Life's simple wonders |
| Yo, this authority speaks with a voice that’s so loud |
| It makes me tuck my tail and hop home |
| -Protect me from myself |
| How about protect me from myself? |
| You are a saint ‘cause you protect me from my-fucking-self |
| I have heard it |
| -The voice that talks right by my window |
| 'Is there anybody home inside? |
| Is there anybody home inside your head?' |
| You tell me… |
| You tell me… |
| Whatever |
| I’d say today’s the day to turn away |
| -Can't fuck this up |
| Are you petrified? |
| Call mother! |
| Say I’m not okay |
| All I feel inside’s coming onto to the carpet floor |
| Are you petrified? |
| Call mother! |
| I am not okay |
| All I feel inside’s coming onto to the carpet floor |