I'm afraid I'm made of tin I can't remember. No symmetry I'm dog-eared One half a wave, slanted I was too young for men When she said no You're too old to reach for that Too old, too young Maybe that's why I'm obsessed With the ages of things I couldn't wait to grow up And when I did, I was too old The way one side grows When you double it It's two people Neither is me Neither is how I wanted it I don't love imperfect things I don't know how I wasn't loved for lack of symmetry And yet it was fascinating Anything that would hang What's so wrong? They brushed me back All their disgust so disgusting The hug that could not complete itself It has to be a circle It has to be an exchange The only thing I can't change I'm all left ear And only half hear I'm all left ear This sound's all the way From my mama's shame I'm all the way Sounds of the year Reactions at home These mountains to fear It's like nothing at all Nothing Nothing