Way With Words

We are fucking casualties
In this plastic society
It's gotten pretty unnerving
The way we're swaying and swerving
But we don't dare to stop
Because the alluring and securing
Bubble will pop
And yet you still have the audacity
To tell me who I am and who I want to be
Frankly, my dear, you don't know me
And you surely never will
Jealous of my skill and the way I fill
A page with meaningful lyrics
Transfixed upon them with a look so absurd
Longing for and needing my way with words
Well, I'm sorry
I'm Oh So Sorry
Sorry I'm so disappointing
Today there won't be any self-annointing
Baby, I swear
I never said I was a saint
I'm nothing like the Sweet Mother Mary
Oh No, Baby
I'm quite the contrary
I'm living fast and dying hard
But who knew you could be such a difficult card?
Yeah, you're such a difficult card to play
I apologize for getting in your way
And I still know you never appreciated me
I should have seen it
So harsh and plain to see
But I'll be on my way now
Got somewhere to be now
Got a plane to catch
I'll ride it to my death
And when you view me lying there
Tell me whatcha see, tell me whatcha see
The only thing there is but an empty shell of me
And that 'horrid, grotesque' person I've come to be
Baby, you still doubt me
So you can deal without me
I'm not here anymore, no more to vent
I told you, Baby
I wasn't Heaven Sent
I'm not your Sweet Mother Mary
Oh No Baby
I'm Quite the Contrary
So hold onto your jealousy and what you have heard
'Cause I've still got my gift of lyrics
And I've got my Lovely ways
My Ways With Words