it's not like you have to

come back and finish what you've done like a beauty contest in a seaside resort it's not for everyone

on the top of your redemption arc you keep forgetting what the problem was an oleander left on the balcony

in a cold, cold country

oh, my sisters and me

we're playing catch what you see we're carried by the same breeze

there's a cannon in my yard

but it's made from glass

so it's not your fault

if you can't see

that you're wrong

about me