blood means:

I'm smarter than you
Me and my conservative views
Your hippie lifestyle doesn't jive with mine
So I'm smarter than you
I may be anti-freedom
I may be gung-ho war
I raised you to agree with me
So how could you want more?

I'm smarter than you
Me and my martyrdom too
How can you respect yourself? I just can't respect that
So I'm smarter than you
I love to give up dreams
I lived to start a family
Just give yourself away until
There's nothing left to give.

I'm smarter than you
Me and my selfishness too
Why don't you look up to me? I'm who you should want to be
So I'm smarter than you
You want my perfect house,
My money and my boyfriend
You'd love to have my skin, my hair
And flawless body too.

pink

pick me up
shake me off
this is just what i need
it's the moment
where we leave
the thinking machine
it's the time
i
come out from between
when i take
back
things i didn't mean

is there anything
yeah
you want to show me
is there anything
yeah
you want to hide from me
is there anything
yeah
you want to show me
is there anything
anything
anything yeah yeah

do it right
do it well
but don't do what i do
it's the moment
where we try
to pull ourselves through
it's the time
i
stop thinking of you
where i stop here
like you always knew

is there anything
yeah
you want to show me
is there anything
yeah
you want to hide from me
is there anything
yeah
you want to she me
is there anything
anything
anything yeah yeah

is there anything
yeah
you want to show me
is there anything
yeah
that you can't hide from me
is there anything
yeah
you want to show me
is there anything yeah
anything
anything yeah yeah

Chapter 1: the Middle

I'm hesitant to begin something that may not be completed.

One more stepping stone I'll stare at for too long until it crumbles and washes away. Washes away with the whiskey on my stove.

I need a mystery. A last call that only I am present for. No more mistakes, no more apologies that are worth nothing.

I was a happy child, I think. I don't remember, but this is what I am told.

Maybe I'm making up for lost time. Pushing people off of my side. My side of life.

I want to be worth the fight.

Were I more beautiful, perhaps I would be happier. Though I know I'm not ugly...

Just watch the drops; the stumbling, shaking acid that finally falls and falls apart.

I'm tangled in my own hair and can't go anywhere, laughing and stopping and singing and writing and not making sense.