2004-01-13 / 9:30 p.m.
Underestimation

You thought you were my support

The thing that held me up

Because I couldn't hold myself

The pressure was too great

And I was only made of sand

You thought you were my anchor

To keep me from sailing away

Far off into the night

But instead of harboring me

You only held me back

You thought that I would crumble

The minute you said goodbye

So certain were you

That you'd hear

This bitchy Scranton girl cry.

You didn't figure that I was stronger

Than what you ever thought

Didn't figure I was bolder

Than you ever could have dreamed

And that I was independent

What do you do now

That you find the sand castle

Is made of solid stone

What do you now that you've left

And you find you're all alone

Subtle jabs won't jar me

Won't break me from my course

Since you've been gone

I'm all better

And you just grow worse.