The Madd Goddess

Love comes to those who still hope even though they’ve been disappointed, to those who still believe even though they’ve been betrayed, to those who still love even though they’ve been hurt before…

You will know that forgiveness has begun when you recall those who hurt you and feel the power to wish them well.

so it’s super bowl sunday and i’m sitting on skype with my girlfriend. i’m extrememly tired and cranky today i’ve noticed by my posts on facebook and such. blah. who gives a shit about football? i know, i know you’re thinking “SACRILEGE!” but really i could give a damn. too tired to play WoW and the house is all cleaned up. nothing to do but sit here and talk. and i’m tired of this damned dog barking all the time. he needs to shut his trap. he does not like to let breeja and ozzy play without making a fuss like a whinning nanny.

bitch bitch bitch

moan moan groan

You can tell
From the scars on my arms
And the cracks on my hips
And the dents in my car
And the blisters on my lips
That I’m not the carefullest of girls

You can tell
From the glass on the floor
And the strings that are breaking
And I keep on breaking more
And it looks like I am shaking
But it’s just the temperature
And then again
If it were any colder I could disengage
If I were any older I could act my age
But I don’t think that you’d believe me
It’s
Not
The
Way
I’m
Meant
To
Be
It’s just the way the operation made me

And you can tell
From the state of my room
That they let me out too soon
And the pills that I ate
Came a couple years too late
And I’ve got some issues to work through
There I go again
Pretending to be you
Make-believing
That I have a soul beneath the surface
Trying to convince you
It was accidentally on purpose

I am not so serious
This passion is a plagiarism
I might join your century
But only on a rare occasion
I was taken out
Before the labor pains set in and now
Behold the world’s worst accident
I am the girl anachronism

And you can tell
By the red in my eyes
And the bruises on my thighs
And the knots in my hair
And the bathtub full of flies
That I’m not right now at all
There I go again
Pretending that I’ll fall
Don’t call the doctors
Cause they’ve seen it all before
They’ll say just
Let
Her
Crash
And
Burn
She’ll learn
The attention just encourages her

And you can tell
From the full-body cast
That you’re sorry that you asked
Though you did everything you could
(like any decent person would)
But I might be catching so don’t touch
You’ll start believing you’re immune to gravity and stuff
Don’t get me wet
Because the bandages will all come off

And you can tell
From the smoke at the stake
That the current state is critical
Well it is the little things, for instance…
In the time it takes to break it she can make up ten excuses…
Please excuse her for the day, its just the way the medication makes her…

I don’t necessarily believe there is a cure for this
So I might join your century but only as a doubtful guest
I was too precarious removed as a caesarian
Behold the worlds worst accident
I AM THE GIRL ANACHRONISM
I’m the girl…
I AM THE GIRL ANACHRONISM

All we want is a headrush
All we want is to get out of our skin for a while
We have nothing to lose because we don’t have anything
Anything we want anyway
We used to hate people
Now we just make fun of them
It’s more effective that way
We don’t live
We just scratch on day to day
With nothing but matchbooks and
Sarcasm in our pockets
And all we are waiting for
Is for something worth waiting for
Let’s admit America gets the celebrities we deserve
Let’s stop saying “Don’t quote me
Because if no one quotes you
You probably haven’t said a thing worth saying

Sex, drugs, God, cash
Sex, drugs, God, America
We need something to kill the pain of all that nothing inside
Sex, drugs, God, cash
Sex, drugs, God, America
We all just want to die a little bit

We fear that pop culture
Is the only kind of culture we’re ever gonna have
We want to stop reading magazines
Stop watching TV
Stop caring about Hollywood
But we’re addicted to the things we hate
We don’t run Washington and no one really does
Ask not what you can do for your country
Ask what your country did to you

Sex, drugs, God, cash
Sex, drugs, God, America
The only reason you’re still alive is because someone
Has decided to let you live
Sex, drugs, God, cash
Sex, drugs, God, America
We owe so much money we’re not broke, we’re broken
We’re so poor we can’t even pay attention

So what do you want?
You want to be famous and rich and happy
But you’re terrified you have nothing to offer this world
Nothing to say and no way to say it
But you can say it in three languages
You are more than the sum of what you consume
Desire is not an occupation
You are alternately thrilled and desperate
Sky high and fucked
Let’s stop praying for someone
To save us and start saving ourselves
Let’s stop this and start over
Let’s go out
Let’s keep going

Sex, drugs, God, cash
Sex, drugs, God, America
This is your life
This is your fucking life
America
Sex, drugs, God, cash
Sex, drugs, God, America
We need something to kill the pain of all that nothing inside
America
America

Quit whining you haven’t done
Anything wrong because frankly
You haven’t done much of anything
Sex, drugs, God, cash
Sex, drugs, God, America
Someone’s writing down your mistakes
Someone’s documenting your downfall