Suicide Museum

I wish I could explain to my mom all about the suicide museum
I wish I could tell my dad the way I feel eyes on me
Or 'bout sometimes I feel like I don't need food
Or sometimes I eat just to feel something at all
Or how my lover runs his fingers through my hair
Or how I wish I could do drugs but my brain is too fragile
Or how girls are my greatest friends but have hurt me more than anyone else
Or 'bout how much Marc Bolan really means to me
Or how Bowie really betrayed me in the end
Or 'bout how scared I am all the time
Or 'bout how much I care about the people who hate me
Or how I've been dressing like my ex-lovers
Or how I love the great American novel
Or the way I look a different person
In every photo that's ever been taken of me
Or how my therapist is too nice to me
Or how I just wanna be their nice normal pretty daughter with a job and a boyfriend and I want them to be proud
Of me