I

spent

a

long

time

wa-

te-

ring

a

plant

made

out

of

plas-

tic

And

I

cursed

the

ground

for

gro-

wing

green

I

spent

a

long

time

sub-

sti-

tu-

ting

ho-

nest

with

sar-

cas-

tic

And

I

cursed

my

tongue

for

be-

ing

mean

And

weight-

less,

breath-

less

res-

ti-

tute

Mo-

tion-

less

and

ab-

so-

lute

You

cut

me

o-

pen,

sucked

the

poi-

son

from

an

a-

ging

wound

Now

fif-

ty

thou-

sand

war

ca-

dets

Would

co-

wer

at

this

small

bru-

nette

To

my

surp-

rise,

not

six

feet

high

Who'd

reach

and

grab

the

moon

if

I

should

Ask

or

just

im-

ply

That

I

wan-

ted

a

bit

more

light

So

I

could

look

in-

side

his

eyes

And

get

the

co-

lors

just

right

Just

right,

just

right,

just

Build

love,

build

God,

build

pro-

vin-

ces

Build

cal-

lu-

ses,

break

pro-

mi-

ses

'Cause

I

could

ne-

ver

hold

a

per-

fect

thing

and

not

de-

mo-

lish

it

What

am

I

thin-

king?

What

does

this

mean?

How

could

some-

bo-

dy

e-

ver

love

me?

Talk

to

your

man,

tell

him

he's

got

bad

news

co-

min'