You can tell from the scars on my arms and the cracks in my hips and the dents in my car and the blisters on my lips that I'm not the carefullest of girls

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

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 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, it's 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