Saturday night & I'm sitting in Andy's closet/ while he's on the phone with his girlfriend/ I'm surrounded by yellowing magazines/ & reading back issues of X-Men/ it's making me sick & a little bit jealous/ to hear them extend their goodbyes/ BAM, POW, CRACK, I turn the page/ to see Cyclops fry some villain with his laser beam eyes.
you
know this place is a fire hazard/ not so much because of the mess/ or the fact
that there's a radiator every two feet/ it's because of you & me, I guess/
& how everyone including you probably notices/ the sparks flying as our
bodies adjust/ so I listen to you talk about the spaceman Sasquatch/ but it's
me who'll make the tabloids when I spontaneously combust.
(chorus)
& you tell me I am a superhero/ you tell me I am so smart/ you tell me I'm
the kind of girl you marry/ I had a bad experience, all I need is a new start/
but I am not feeling so super today/ since I realized I need you so much/ &
that you'll never know when the gloves come off/ all I ever wanted was to be
touched.
like
when it's 5:30 am in the morning/ & I can't get you out of my mind/ losing
sleep as quick as you lost your religion/ thinking about what I'll surely think
of next time/ & the way we wore each other's clothing/ & the veil of
your hair against my head/ & how when I drove off my car windows were
steamy/ as though we'd spent the night together in there instead. (chorus)
&
you tell me I'm gifted as though I am a present/ tied up, wrapped up, given
away/ & you tell me my words will be remembered/ though you can't remember
what I said to you yesterday/ it's okay, I understand I'm some kind of mutant/
I gave up being normal long ago/ but I wonder would it be easier collecting
your fingerprints/ if it weren't always so...
but
it's okay, I'm keeping my distance/ more than arm's length away at all times/ a
few things may have slipped out the other night/ that I'd like to go back &
revise/ like when I said you were a wonderful person/ I meant when you're not
acting this way/ as though I mean to add you to my book of failures/ when I all
I really want is for things to change.
(chorus)
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