i try to capture everything
in some sort of butterfly net
so i can scrutinize
and over-analyze
the little imperfections
that roll my waydestiny must've had indigestion
when she looked upon my life
i'm reeling
like a twelve-year-old girl
who's just gotten her period
what is this stain
how did it get here
and why am i suddenly
a woman
i don't turn her away
when she come calling for tea
even though
i don't drink tea
give me something stronger
and i'll be capable
of a little mindless chatter
i'll be able to forget
why i am who i am
i'll be able to forget
that i never liked it much anyway
paste me in a different skin
that's what you always wanted