They ask for more

What do you think this fanclub is for?

I slithered up each rose corridor

I kept a warm safe place in my core before I lost it

They ask for blood

What do you think this woman's made of?

I stuck a small thin pin in my thumb

They dreamt a low long line to be crossed and I crossed it

I'm alive but a different kind of life than the way I used to be

I retire to a split white smile to be seen in some old, stag magazine

And this girl's eyes

When they were roughly wrenched open I

Could see a starry stair up your thigh

You hid behind your hair, oh, but I saw you smiling

While all these guys, all these curious sets of eyes safe behind a tv screen

I let them pry, pick apart and hang out to dry almost every piece of me

If you don't love me, I'm sorry

Oh, what a trip

Oh, what a shimmering silver ship

Oh, what a hot half-life I have lived

Oh, and the stripes and stars how they stripped off the siding

When my life ripped

All from the part that played as a kid

Into the part that blazed through your lips

To find a warm, safe place then to sit curled up inside it

So here's goodbye from the part that's staying behind to the part that has to leave

To the sublime lips that were never spoiled by lying to the face inside the being

Who wasn't me, who wasn't me oh-no-no, she's, she's not me oh-oh