White Picket Fences

Go before we both start to say some mean shit That we can not let go. You know it's broke. I am such a train wreck. Getting attention but forgetting lessons I know. Remembering presents and cleaning up messes I don't. These are the things that separate you and me That's why I'm telling you so: Animal-shaped hedges and white, picket fences unknown. I know alone. Ignoring caresses and putting up defenses I know. Subtle persuation and communication I don't. I broke its wings and tried to teach it to sing... Maybe i should have known. Do you want to see how much I can take? Can't you just leave bad enough alone?