Fostering my impulse
I am so much more than this body
I won't come back home
Empty handed or without that prize
It's the best I own
Don't you just love to compromise?
All that glitters is the next great high
A dramatic addict has one black eye
No one can compete when you look this good
Everybody rolls, just like they should
A heinous notion
What's it to you?
Every day that piece must look brand new
It'd be such a pity for all this ambition to go waste
This momentum will not be displaced
You'll even look good tumbling down that staircase
I won't come back home
Empty handed or without that prize
It's the best I own
Don't you just love to compromise?
All that glitters is the next great high
Can you ever really say you lived that life?
What fits better? The wig or your skin?
Everybody rolls, just abandons
We
We were
Who
We were back then
That
That wig is all I know
I can't go without
How can that wig even fit me when I
(That wig even fit me when I)
I have no head for it to sit upon
I'm not an icon,
Not even what like
(An icon, not even what like)
What rests so neatly upon her head
That wig is all I know, I can't
(It's all I know, I can't)
I can't go without
How can that wig even fit me when I'm not
(How can that wig even fit me?)
An icon, not like what rests on her head