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onsdag 25. mai 2011

hvis jeg slapp ut udyret og lot dem se det.



you can tell from the scars on my arms
and the cracks in my hips
and the dents in my car
and the blisters on my lips
that i'm not the carfullest of girls
you can tell from the glass on the floor
and the strings that are breaking
and i keep on breaking more
and it looks like i am shaking
but it's just the temperature

then again, if it were any colder, i could disengage
if i were any older, i would act my age, but i don't think that you'd believe me
it's not the way i'm meant to be
it's just the way the operation made me

and you can tell from the state of my room
that they let me out too soon
and the pills that i ate
came a couple of weeks too late
and i've got some issues to work through
there i go again, pretending to be you
make-believing that i have a soul beneath the surface
trying to convince you it was accidentally on purpose

i am not so serious, this passion is a plagiarism
i might join your century, but only on a rare occasion
i was taken out before the labor pains set in
now, behold the world's worst accident: i am the girl anachronism

you can tell by the red in my eyes
and the bruises on my thighs
and the knots in my hair
and the bathtub full of flies
that i'm not right now at all
there i go again, pretending that i'll fall
don't call the doctors, they've seen it all before
they'll say, "just let her crash and burn, she'll learn.
the attention just encourages her."

and you can tell from the full body cast
that you're sorry that you asked
that you did everything you could
like any decent person would
but i might be catching, so don't touch
you'll start believing you're immune to gravity and stuff
don't get me wet, because the bandages will all come off

you can tell from the smell at the stake
that the current state is critical
well, it is the little things, for instance
"in the time it takes to break it
she could make up ten excuses.
please excuse her for the day,
it's just the way the medication makes her."

i don't necessarily believe that there's a cure for this
so i might join your century, but only as a doubtful guest
i was too precarious, removed as a cesarian
behold the world's worst accident: i am the girl anachronism

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