It's a sad, sad world when a girl will break a boy, just because she can.
Because for whatever reason, even though I want to stay home all the time and be left alone, I want to tell the world who I am now.
Iām amorous but out of reach / A still life drawing of a peach.
Just tolerate my little fist tugging on your forest chest
I'm not turned on, so put away that meat you're selling.
I also just accept that I might never want to write a song again.