1, 2, 3, 4!
You can tell
From the scars on my arms
And the stains on my skirt
And the dents in my car
And the things about to burst
That I'm not the carefullest of girls
You can tell
By the glass on the floor
And the strings that are breaking
And I keep on breaking more
And it looks like I am shaking
But it's just the temperature
But then again
If I were any colder I could disengage
If I were any older I could act my age
But I don't think that you'd believe me
It's not the way I'm meant to be
It's just the way the operation made me
And you can tell
From the state of my room
That they let me out too soon
And the pills that I ate
Came a couple years too late
But I've got some issues to work through
There I go again
Pretending to be you
Make-believing
That I have a soul beneath the surface
Trying to convince you
It was accidentally on purpose
I am not so serious
This passion is a plagiarism
I might join your century
But only on a rare occasion
I was taken out
Before the labor pains set in
And now behold the world's worst accident
I am the girl anachronism
And you can tell
From the red in my eyes
And the bruises on my thighs
And the knots in my hair
And the bathtub full of flies
That I'm not all right at all
There I go again
Pretending that I'll fall
Don't call the doctors
Cause they've seen it all before
They'll say just
Let her crash and burn she'll learn
The attention just encourages her
And you can tell
From the full-body cast
That I'm sorry that I asked
Though you did everything you could
(Like any decent person would)
But I might be catching so don't touch
You'll start believing you're immune to gravity and stuff
Don't get me wet
Because the bandages will all come off
And then you can tell
From the smoke at the stake
That the current state is critical
Well it is the little things, for instance:
In the time it takes to break it she can make up ten excuses:
Please excuse her for the day, its just the way the medication makes her...
I don't necessarily believe there is a cure for this
So I might join your century but only as a doubtful guest
I was too precarious removed as a caesarian
Behold the world's worst accident
I am the girl anachronism
