These twitching impulses to speak your mind
I'll lend you my microscope, then maybe you can find it.
Is it in the awful place that's just behind your face
Where you keep my picture safe, despite the fact that you had me replaced?

You always told me that love's a fragile thing
But how could I know back then that you wanted a King?
A man with his wallet full, a nice smile and deep blue eyes
I hope that you find him soon so I'm there to see him cut you down to size.

Alone in your shroud of manufactured grief
You murder time and truth; love, laughter and belief.
So don't try to touch my heart, it's darker than you think
And don't try to read my mind--you'll find it filled with disappearing ink...

...So say goodbye--girl, couldn't you just act your age?
You knew I would always give it to you straight
And though I'll never be as unhappy as you want me to be
There's still all the rage.