all things go, all things go.
i wonder how many tiems i've let who
hold me back.
"i'm not that kind of girl-"
"truth is important-"
"i don't do those things anymore-"
but i have been.
and sometimes it's not.
and sometimes i still do.
roll out the red carpet:
i am fickle, fly-by-night royalty
masochistic, mad-cap, malignant blue blood
and even Machiavelli coudln't touch this.
and so i know now, exactly how many times i've let who
break me all apart
"just cut it up-"
"give me my share-"
but please do.
roll out the Soviet tanks:
i am ruttish, Rococo, rock-candy treason
a dainty, dripping, die-hard enemy of the state
and fit for no Prince, at no point in time.