Wednesday, May. 23, 2007 / 3:20 a.m.
The Ones Who Are Just Like Me

Naked
If I could take off my skin
I would
Just to let you see
Who I really am inside

Strip down my defenses
The walls I hide behind
Everything I do to keep you
At arm's length
Or further

Exposed
Maybe you'd finally see
All the stuff I hide from you
All the stuff I can't speak
But dirties my soul

Wipe clean the smudges
Once you know where they are
And maybe I'll be whole again
Instead of laying here
In jagged little pieces

And if you have some glue
Could you make sure that it sticks this time
Because I'm tired of picking up pieces of my soul
From the gutters in the street

And there's no place for a girl like me
In a fucked up world such as this
But maybe that's my cross to bear
Since I shunned religion
And angered God

But there's a seat at the bar in hell
And it's got my name ingraved on it
And the bartender's a demon with glowing eyes
But he makes a mean martini
But doesn't pass the pretzels

And I guess that's cool
Cause it's as good a place to be as any
And I have the most fascinating conversations
With the excommunicated sinners
The ones who are just like me