our american girl
is taught not to love
just to bleed into her
cup of humble dressings
get over yourself
give me a fucking break
maybe you’ll start feeling better
when you’re decent to people
& our american girl
is taught to grow wolf fangs
& to bite into the other girls
when they get out of line
i guess i’m getting out of line
& she cries upstairs
w/ nothing to think about
but all the wrongs against her
she cries upstairs
w/ nothing to think about
but all the wrongs against her
& when he fairy godmother comes
yes her fairy godmother comes & says
get over yourself
give me a fucking break
maybe you’ll start feeling better
when your decent to people
& she’s taught not to care if someone is hurt
she’s taught that she’s a victim of her place
& she’s taught that cruelty is a necessity of survival
she’s taught to be blind to her own hypocrisy
she’s taught to be silent when the truth hurts
she’s taught that only a man can save her
but not to trust the men
‘cause they just don’t get it
& our american girl
she bleeds into her beggars mug
& let’s her pain be her pleasure
& i bled into her beggars mug
& my pain was her pleasure
& his pain will be her pleasure
yeah our pain is her pleasure
& our american girl
gets what’s handed to her
controls her body by scaring it
controls her friends by betraying them
controls her lovers by leaving them
controls her health by being sick
controls her love by being numb
controls her mood with little pills
controls her thoughts with
stories about how she’s done
everything she could to make it better
but the wound won’t heal
& the crack won’t mend
though it still won’t fucking break
& she cries upstairs
w/ nothing to think about
but all the wrongs against her
she cries upstairs
w/ nothing to think about
but all wrongs against her
& when i ask her why she stabbed this knife in my back
& then stands there watching me scream
why do you just stand there watching me scream
she says
i’m taught not to care if someone is hurt
i’m taught that i’m a victim of her place
i’m taught that cruelty is a necessity of survival
i’m taught to be blind to my own hypocrisy
i’m taught to be silent when the truth hurts
i’m taught that only a man can save me
so i’m gonna take the men
& i’ll do anything
& our american girl
gets what’s handed to her
she let’s her pain be her pleasure
& i got to hand it to her
she made my pain her pleasure
& his pain will be her pleasure
yeah our pain is her pleasure
& she’s taught not to take responsibility
for letting herself learn
to not take responsibility
for fighting to think
for not struggling to love
get over yourself
give me a fucking a break
maybe you’ll start feeling better
when you’re decent to people
credits
from In Place of Arms,
released September 13, 2010
voice, piano: Gelsey Bell
drums: Ian Frey
guitar, bass: Sean Pearson
organ: Chris Tabron
Dave is the master of writing endings that instill an ethereal feeling of hope within the person who experiences it. The Field is a perfect cap to the end of Octet and by itself it fills me with the calm tranquility of acceptance in situations where I feel like everything is wrong, like I'm unworthy of everything I have and happiness itself. It always reminds me to not waste anymore of my weird and precious time, arguing the nonsense of the wheel. playton
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