I could have guessed it all along, cuz now some drama queen is gonna write a song for me

For this freedom I have given all I had For this darkness I gave my light For this wisdom I have lost my innocence Take my petals And cover me with the night

We will paste upon the curled pages words Like charming and romantic and sentimental Forgetting that charming is witchcraft Romantic is love And sentiment is what makes us human

He cried when I left, which I find to be standard male behavior.

I was reading everything under the sun from music history to feminist literature to Shakespeare, which is why I'm not a complete idiot at this time.

Simply put, if you are a Wayward Victorian Girl, I'll find you.

Your stockings prove your virtues. Be certain they are clean and free of tears.