Saturday, September 5, 2009

Behold the world's worst accident

"You can tell from the scars on my arms and the crack in my hip
and the dents in my car and the blisters on my lip
that I’m not the carefullest girl.
You can tell from the glass on the floor
and the strings that are breaking
and I keep on breaking more and it looks like I am shaking
but it’s just the temperature but then again
if it were any colder I could disengageif I were any older
I would act my age but I dont think that you’d believe me
it’s not the way I’m meant to be
it’s just the way the operation made me.

And you can tell from the state of my room
that they let me out too soon
and the pills that I ate came a couple years too late
and I've got some issues to work throughthere
I go again pretending to be you
make-believing that I have a soul beneath the surface
trying to convince youit was accidentally on purpose

I am not so serious this passion is a plagerism
I might join your centurybut only on a rare occasion
I was taken out before the labor pains set in and now
behold the world’s worst accidentI am the girl anachronism

And you can tell by the red in my eyes and the bruises on my thighs
and the knots in my hair and the bathtub full of flies that
I’m not alright at all. There I go again pretending that i’ll fall,
don’t call the doctors they’ve seen it all before
they’ll say just let her crash and burn she’ll learn,
the attention just encourages her

And you can tell from the full-body castthat I’m sorry that I asked
and you did everything you couldlike any decent person would
but I might be catching so don’t touch, you start believeing
you're immune to gravity and stuff, don’t get me wet
because the bandages will all come off.

And you can tell from the smoke at the stake
that the current state is critical,
well it is the little things, for instance:
in the time it takes to break it she can make up ten excuses:
please excuse her for the day,
its just the way the medication makes her…
I dont necessarily believe there is a cure for this
so I might join your century but only as a doubtful guest
I was too precarious removed as a caesarian
behold the worlds worst accident, I am the girl anachronism. "

Source: http://hysteric-doll.blogspot.com/