You can find me on the moon waxing and waning. My heart full of petals, every single one begging 'Love me, love me, love me. Whoever I am. Whoever I become.'
You can have a cold war with yourself, even in the summertime
Do you know they found land mines in woman's souls.
To think, a sweater, is made entirely of knots. My stomach could clothe a village.
I thought, "The flowers, save the flowers..." I never thought for a second we wouldn't save the people
But when I thought I hit bottom, it started hitting back.