You’re sensitive and worn

And stubbornly sure

I try not to hate it

When I hear the bedroom door

Cause I know I’m just a daughter

Pulled from the drawing board

And all your anger’s with me

I’m not different at all

No I’m not Graceful

I’d like to float among the birds and be his favourite

And be patient

I’d like to say I love you and say it straight

So I’ve got you to blame

Sometimes I hate the body you made

I’d call it even

Your’ tension always leaves and

How come I’m holding onto things, I don’t get that relief

and I like the way we argue

It’s better than screaming

And I know I got your eyes

Cause they can see right through me

still I’m not Graceful

I’d like to float among the birds and be his favourite

And be patient

I’d like to say I love you and say it plainly

So I’ve got you to blame

Sometimes I hate the body you made

I’ll call him

When I grow taller tomorrow

I’d call him

But I’d stumble up the staircase and I’m

All Grown up

Turn 19 tomorrow

Wish that I was taller

Than I am