Innsbruck

He thought I'd learn to cope a little better

Dropping 20k on that Yamaha

He'd assume I'd weather

Greatest indignities digging into keys suffer

Absentee parenting carrying a melody

I showed him cut my flesh

Illustrating panic

Stuffed mickeys in the toy box

Checking out of the dynamic

I skirted ways they expected me to behave

Hid it well and still the heavens punished me

I couldn't change

Appearances were everything, though I knew I was wicked

It didn't show, a 4.0 had me scripted

Effortless, I shifted blame, playing reputation

Leveraged my foreign tongue, a stand-in activated

Who would guess a girl in knee-high socks

Could bottle so much rage?

Lullabies were replaced by desires gone deranged

Show up in the quad and twist a blade between his ribs for

He had made me sick when I lost

Count of what he slipped

Fucked up a good trip

Trynna keep up with the boys

I sure was in over my head

I'm never going back to Innsbruck again

I couldn't stomach it, my first time

In the deep end

Shamefully I take it on wear blinders

To the actions others plainly see as

Degenerate infractions

Clearly indicating downward trends

Full moons that bring with them a fiendish gleam

I seem to always find a friend

Altitude sickness on top of four or five too many

Asked for forgiveness when I should have been condemning

The backdrop was the alps, much like them

That boy would tower

I don't remember anything, just like that

I lost the power to tell the story

Free of chiding inquisition

"You could barely stand up – was it him

That put you in that position?"

I didn't know so I went back there again

Saw the pieces he had robbed

Thought them the sum of my expense

All the things that I could pay for

With my pretty mouth

Vacations to New York, diamonds

I would never go without

I became a place where typhoons

Locked away their fury

Chipped away my insights had me

Rest an empty quarry

Fucked up a good trip

Trynna keep up with the boys

I sure was in over my head

I'm never going back to Innsbruck again

I couldn't stomach it, my first time

In the deep end

Fucked up a good trip

Trynna keep up with the boys

I sure was in over my head

I'm never going back to Innsbruck again

I couldn't stomach it, my first time

In the deep end