Hey, even if your world stops now,
it wouldn't mean anything I'm sad to say,
because all splashes are ripples from the distance
--then rings of waves

Turn them a deaf ear

I figured it out; now I'm tired
I'm putting my arms down and turning away
And the sound? I'm sure there are mouths moving
but I can't hear anything Not today

Get it off my back
I'm bruise-blue from all my abuses

"She was the queen of the mistakes,"
I was told by everyone,
"Until you made her a saint"