I was reading Slim Aarons
and I got to thinking that I thought
Maybe I'd get less stressed
if I was tested less like
All of these debutantes
Smiling for miles in pink dresses
and high heels on white yachts
But I'm not baby I'm not
No I'm not that I'm not
I've been tearing around
in my fucking nightgown
24/7 Sylvia Plath
Writing in blood on my walls
'Cause the ink in my pen
don't work in my notepad
Don't ask if I'm happy
you know that I'm not
But at best
I can say I'm not sad
'Cause hope is a dangerous thing
for a woman like me to have
Hope is a dangerous thing
for a woman like me to have
I had 15-year dances
Church basement romances
yeah I've cried
Spilling my guts
with the Bowery Bums
Is the only love I've ever known
Except for the stage
which I also call home
when I'm not
Servin' up God in a burnt coffee pot
for the triad
Hello it's the most famous woman
you know on the iPad
Calling from beyond the grave
I just wanna say Hi Dad
I've been tearing up town
in my fucking white gown
Like a goddamn near sociopath
Shaking my ass is the
only thing that's
Got this black narcissist off my back
She couldn't care less
and I never cared more
So there's no more to say about that
Except hope is a dangerous thing
for a woman like me to have
Hope is a dangerous thing
for a woman with my past
There's a new revolution
a loud evolution that I saw
Born of confusion and quiet
collusion of which mostly I've known
A modern day woman
with a weak constitution
'cause I've got
Monsters still under my bed
that I could never fight off
A gatekeeper carelessly
dropping the keys on my nights off
I've been tearing around
in my fucking nightgown
24/7 Sylvia Plath
Writing in blood on your walls
'Cause the ink in my pen
don't look good in my pad
They write that I'm happy
they know that I'm not
But at best
you can see I'm not sad
But hope is a dangerous thing
for a woman like me to have
Hope is a dangerous thing
for a woman like me to have
Hope is a dangerous thing
for a woman like me to have
But I have it
Yeah I have it
Yeah I have it
I have
and I got to thinking that I thought
Maybe I'd get less stressed
if I was tested less like
All of these debutantes
Smiling for miles in pink dresses
and high heels on white yachts
But I'm not baby I'm not
No I'm not that I'm not
I've been tearing around
in my fucking nightgown
24/7 Sylvia Plath
Writing in blood on my walls
'Cause the ink in my pen
don't work in my notepad
Don't ask if I'm happy
you know that I'm not
But at best
I can say I'm not sad
'Cause hope is a dangerous thing
for a woman like me to have
Hope is a dangerous thing
for a woman like me to have
I had 15-year dances
Church basement romances
yeah I've cried
Spilling my guts
with the Bowery Bums
Is the only love I've ever known
Except for the stage
which I also call home
when I'm not
Servin' up God in a burnt coffee pot
for the triad
Hello it's the most famous woman
you know on the iPad
Calling from beyond the grave
I just wanna say Hi Dad
I've been tearing up town
in my fucking white gown
Like a goddamn near sociopath
Shaking my ass is the
only thing that's
Got this black narcissist off my back
She couldn't care less
and I never cared more
So there's no more to say about that
Except hope is a dangerous thing
for a woman like me to have
Hope is a dangerous thing
for a woman with my past
There's a new revolution
a loud evolution that I saw
Born of confusion and quiet
collusion of which mostly I've known
A modern day woman
with a weak constitution
'cause I've got
Monsters still under my bed
that I could never fight off
A gatekeeper carelessly
dropping the keys on my nights off
I've been tearing around
in my fucking nightgown
24/7 Sylvia Plath
Writing in blood on your walls
'Cause the ink in my pen
don't look good in my pad
They write that I'm happy
they know that I'm not
But at best
you can see I'm not sad
But hope is a dangerous thing
for a woman like me to have
Hope is a dangerous thing
for a woman like me to have
Hope is a dangerous thing
for a woman like me to have
But I have it
Yeah I have it
Yeah I have it
I have