Girl Anachronism

One, two, three, four

You can tell from the scars on my arms

And the cracks in 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

Then again

If it were any colder, I could disengage

If I were any older, I would act my age

But I don't think that you 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 weeks 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

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

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

That 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

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, it's 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 world's worst accident

I am the girl anachronism

I am the girl anachronism

I am the girl anachronism

I am the girl anachronism

I am the girl, I am the girl, I am the girl

I am the girl anachronism