girls like me
(you know, the ones you say you love)
i knew that you were like me
i just didn’t know how much
speaking hollow words and drawn out phrases
hoping for so much, you say i’m just a girl
and then you tell me i’m the girl
you want her to think one thing
and for me to believe another.
i don’t believe you but i want to.
are you telling her things you’ve never told me
and are you expecting me not to care
are you justifying it by things i’ve done before and without you
or can we really work it out?
will you tell her that i’m real, i am a person, that i love you
or will you run away
il fait important que nous mouris les koalas parce que les australiens, et les koalas sont mechant!
so now i’ve warned you and i’ve told you how it feels
my words are not beautiful
and maybe you’re just pissed off at me
and you don’t really care for her
but what a beautiful way to rip out my heart.
(that’s how this feels)
i never told you about the time that i was in 6th grade
and at the spelling me,
listening to british chick pop
and thinking about dying, i wanted to die
i want to die
and then i went inside and took thirteenth in a spelling bee
is she trying to take you away from me?
but i can still spell
words like adiction
i spell it m-a-d-e-l-i-n-e
and i want to die again
maybe you could send her my obituary
and proudly say: “hey, she’s out of the way”
they’re all just angry, empty words
and i just want to know you love me
what a beautiful way to break ones heart
letting go into a love so strong
one so strong it will crack your ribs
and hurt your heart directly
if this love bite scars, and you never say i love you again
i’ll call it a battle wound
because i’m willing to fight so hard
but i don’t know the words to write
or i feel like now i can never be good enough.
and it hurts so bad to have it be in question:
am i the best girl?