I Tell Myself Everything - The Blow

I like not getting what I want, I guess.

I’m just reporting what the facts suggest.

I’ve read my journals and it appears I like torture, a lot.

I’ll top or I’ll bottom.

Try your cold maneuvers on me if you’ve got them

My endurance is awesome.

But I’m not as easy to woo as I once was

Since I got jumped by the girl of the month club.

I ascended from dumper to dumped,

Remind me sometime, I’ll tell you about it.

I heard a rumor that I was amazing,

And I tell myself everything I hear about myself.

I knew that it was bad when she bought

The crucifix earring at the yardsale.

That man was an actual witch.

When I wish for pain I get my wish,

One good heartbreak and you’ll sing for a decade.

This one could wound me to middle age,

I was splayed I said, «Go ahead.»

Then in walks a nurse from a hot French movie

And tells me she can do things to me.

I like getting things done to me

But just then getting wrecked seemed more fun to me,

And pleasure writes fewer good songs

So I kicked out the nurse.

But we did some stuff first.

They say you are what you eat

And I was starved for attention,

I ate every eyeball that aimed my direction,

I was desperate for someone to mess with me

But so few could do it successfully.

Here we come in a slow motion strut

It’s all four of me, the cool one two more

And the one careless whore of me.

I heard a rumor that I was amazing.