when i was a babe they taught me to hush up
and they didn’t even know what they were doing
now i ain’t got doe eyes but the glue’s still on my lips
got tacky through the years, through the moments
that we spent in popping crimson bubbles
that now i’ll spear my heart if it means that
no one will raise their voice or raise a hand
that it ain’t good for me, usually, but it’s just how i am
watches everything with these drooping eyes
melts into a different layer where it’s all quiet and
i’m a babe again, before they taught me not to speak
before the glue got everything sticky