The tiniest Christmas faerie was too small to do much.
She did not fit in most uniforms, and she did not like her hutch.
She climbed out and pranced around and was chased by a mouse.
I am so upset she told her mother; I don’t even like this crazy house.
The mouse slithered into a crawl space, so she was safe now.
Her mother said, “I think this house is okay, although not a wow.”
I don’t fit in, said the tiniest Christmas faerie. Where can I be?
Her mother suggested she climb to the top of the Christmas tree.
Kindhearted and caring am I,
you've got the opposite on your mind
should've known cuz you're just a guy.
If I talked you off a ledge
you'd probably follow me
home wishing for a wedge
of my pie, wondering if I think you're sexy.
If I tried to save you from the crazy house
you'd probably try to kiss me and really louse
it up
for the both of us.
Cuz I'd be sick with disgust
that you'd even try to touch
me and I'd lose my focus
and we'd both end up
in an institution
where only you belong.
Guys like you leave girls like me
no other choice than to be mean.
Everyone seems to say
I should not feel
but no matter what I do,
no matter how hard I try
I will always feel everything.
Always talk you off a ledge
always save you from a crazy house.
Always feel.
Pretty Pink Pill
Can you pretty please take away all my pain?
Take away all the blues from my heart?
Make me forget of my unloved love
Disremember all the hurting inside
Repress all the injustice and violence of this world
Suppress all the fighting in my crazy house
Unremember the loneliness within myself
Pause my worries and fears
Dry all my tears
Pretty Pink Pill can you kill all my unhappiness
Erase my purple depression and craziness
Bury all my failures
Burn my lousy past
Fill in my emptiness
Warm my coldness
Sink my stupid sins
Let me forget I am worth s__
Forget I touch earth
And my name be forever lost
Forget that I am no better than a fart
Sleep my brain and already dead heart
You're leaving me for no reason.
You're going away, and never coming back.
You're under stress with things on your mind.
You're on the phone, while I have no one to talk to.
You're out, while I'm cooped up in this crazy house.
You're packing, while I'm watching you go.
You're not saying a word, while I have lots to say.
You're out the door, while I can't move.
You're on that flight, as I watch you go through the window.
You're gone, while I cry every night.
You're getting engaged, while nothing's working for me.
You're in another world, while I'm back here fighting.
You're getting married, while I think about what we used to have.
You're having a baby, while I cry like one.
You're growing old with the love of your life, while I just died.
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