I want to rip the roof off this house
Fly out on my giant scissors
and cut down all these fake clouds
and rip out her gizzard
I never saw how much I lost
While I laid underneath that bench and paid the cost
Waiting all day for the magician
to put a spell on me, he'd make me listen
I spent years wishing and hoping
I cried in bathroom stalls and spent late nights on the floor, to pacify I crawled
through different men's laps
slid my tongue through many teeth gaps
and she never gave me a smile or some affirmation
Yet for her I put my happiness on probation
Yet to her I credited my karma sky radio station

and these days I broadcast an SOS
waiting for her to come bleed me of this obsess
this unrest I stress, counting myself as less and less
I want to fly out and break the window pane
I want to finally learn there is nothing to gain
and swoop down over Lake Michigan
frozen and wet, alone with my regret
wallowing as I glide through air on a pretend television set
a zombie unwell, striking my heart daily
with a drunkard's club she hits me gaily
or am I just hitting myself?
No no, baby girl put reality back on the shelf