I've been panicked, I've been frantic
Trying to prove I'm not static
I've been shaking, I've been quaking
Need to slow down my breathing
So if I get lost on the way home tonight It's 'cause I want to
And it's got nothing to do with you
I've been crying, I've been bleeding
Just to prove I'm not dying
And that there's an organ inside me
Still fulfilling its function
So if I cut all my hair off
It's 'cause I want to
And it's got nothing to do with you
You call me up all white girl drunk
And I pick up all white boy high
And our dispositions make for lousy conversation
So we both decide to say goodbye
But every time you look with those sad brown eyes at me
It's like 1000 sharpened scapulas cut to the very core of me
As if to say "This ain't so bad. I see you, and I don't mind you
If you don't mind yourself"
You call me up all white girl drunk
And I pick up all white boy high
And you see through me
And I got too high, I don't why I get so high
So we both decide to say goodbye