Standing tall as a woman but acting tough as can be Curling your lip directing your poetry at me When I know it was written for another time And place It doesn't touch me You're so bitter the past so close behind You're so curling and churning how could your Angel give in When there's nothing to blame but your price And I guess you need an excuse to fall If you're gonna pretend to fly at all You can curl up cradled in your past But it isn't as warm there is it will nothing ever last Your painting your pictures with shards of your pain You'd prick your fingers for blood to paint You sing your strife like a sonnet I believe (Bridge) You sing your strife like a sonnet But you buy your hat with a sweat stained Brim already on it Chaos and fate your enemies at least that's The way you've sold them to be You can put yourself on a cross but not for me