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You can tell
From the scars on my arms
And the cracks on my hips [one version]

And the stains on my skirt [another version]
And the dents in my car
And the blisters on my lips

That I'm not the carefullest of girls

You can tell

From the glass on the floor
And the strings that're breaking
And I keep on breaking more

And it looks like I am shaking
But it's just the temperature
And then again

If it were any colder I could disengage
If I were any older I could act my age
But I don't think that you'd believe me

It's
Not
The

Way
I'm
Meant

To
Be
It's just the way the operation made me


And you can tell
From the state of my room

That they let me out too soon
And the pills that I ate
Came a couple years too late

And I've got some issues to work through
There I go again
Pretending to be you

Make-believing
That I have a soul beneath the surface
Trying to convince you

It was accidentally on purpose

I am not so serious

This passion is a plagiarism
I might join your century
But only on a rare occasion

I was taken out
Before the labor pains set in and now
Behold the world's worst accident

I am the girl anachronism

And you can tell

By the red in my eyes
And the bruises on my thighs
And the knots in my hair

And the bathtub full of flies
That I'm not right now at all
There I go again

Pretending that I'll fall
Don't call the doctors
Cause they've seen it all before

They'll say just
Let
Her

Crash
And
Burn

She'll learn
The attention just encourages her


And you can tell
From the full-body cast
That you're sorry that you asked

Though you did everything you could
(like any decent person would)
But I might be catching so don't touch
You'll start believing you're immune to gravity and stuff
Don't get me wet

Because the bandages will all come off

And you can tell
From the smoke at the stake
That the current state is critical

Well it is the little things, for instance...
In the time it takes to break it she can make up ten excuses...
Please excuse her for the day, its just the way the medication makes her...

I don't necessarily believe there is a cure for this

So I might join your century but only as a doubtful guest
I was too precarious removed as a caesarian
Behold the worlds worst accident
I AM THE GIRL ANACHRONISM [x5]
I'm the girl... [x3]

I AM THE GIRL ANACHRONISM