Tonight you stoop to my level.
I'm your mangy little whore.
Now you're trying to find your underwear,
And your socks,

And then the door.
And you're trying to find a reason
Why you have to leave.
I know it's 'cause you think you're Adam

And you think I'm Eve.
And you rhapsodize about beauty
And my eyes glaze.
Everything I love is ugly,

I mean really
You would be amazed.
And just do me a favor,
It's the least that you can do.

Just um
Don't treat me like I am
Something that happened to you.
I am, I am, I am

Truly sorry,
Sorry about all this.
And you plot a tiny pin prick
In my big red balloon.

As I slowly start to exhale,
It's when you leave the room.
And I did not design this game.
I did not name the stakes.

I just happen to like apples,
And I am not afraid of snakes.
I am, I am, I am
Truly sorry about all this.

I hear you and your anger hurts
I hear that it's with, with
With
So I let go the ratio
Things set, things hurt.

As I leave you to your garden,
And the beauty you prefer.
I wonder whether this will have meaning
For you, when you've left it all behind.

I think I'll even wonder
If you meant it at the time.

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Writer(s): ANI DIFRANCO