Lyrics

Only days from turning seventeen
a blinding force, a bright mad queen
She rips her dress and pulls her sleeve
casting hooks into her wings
Catastrophic self esteem
a tempting song about to scream
the words they ring out alibis
her laughter?s canned but not her lies

and pretty for a postage stamp
she passes by and a postman claps
jarring her and scarring her in bright blue shades upon her back

This tattooed birthmark has a catch
she must pretend that there?s a match
someone, somewhere, who cries and laughs
at maps on tables laid out flat
who never leaves her neighborhood
has trouble knowing bad from good
a sober, troubled teen
with yellow tape from a crime scene

to halo in her hair
a bright and shining dare
she whispers kiss me there
her wish hits only air

A shadow crowds into her eye
he?s nice and sweet -- just not her type
he?s not the kind who?s hiding stripes
he?s quick with words and runs from fights
bored by lightening kaleidoscopes
nightmare carnival tightropes
he doesn?t stand a chance
she passes by without a glance

And there?s something in her eye
not a look you?d want to try
something desperately unwise
but never something improvised

she sees you staring first
she mistakes fear for thirst
she takes your hand in hers
it?s a whisper, it?s a curse

She?s not interested in discovery
her heart and lungs are only watery
and tying them with rope
allows her once to feel some hope
or something burning there
like summer burns a millionaire
or fireworks flying southerly
light up the sky and chartless sea
while the postman claps