Martha Wainwright - B.M.F.A. Lyrics
Poetry is no place for a heart that's a whoreAnd I'm young & I'm strongBut I feel old & tiredOverfiredAnd I've been poked & stokedIt's all smoke, there's no more fireOnly desireFor you, whoever you areFor you, whoever you areYou say my time here has been some sort of jokeThat I've been messing aroundSome sort of incubating periodFor when I really come aroundI'm cracking upAnd you have no ideaNo idea how it feels to be on your ownIn your own homewith the *****ing phoneAnd the mother of gloomIn your bedroomStanding over your headWith her hand in your headWith her hand in your headI will not pretendI will not put on a smileI will not say I'm all right for youWhen all I wanted was to be goodTo do everything in truthTo do everything in truthOh I wish I wish I wish I was born a manSo I could learn how to stand up for myselfLike those guys with guitarsI've been watching in barsWho've been stamping their feet to a different beatTo a different beatTo a different beatI will not pretendI will not put on a smileI will not say I'm all right for youWhen all I wanted was to be goodTo do everything in truthTo do everything in truthYou bloody mother *****ing *****Oh you bloody mother *****ing *****Oh you bloody mother *****ing *****Oh you bloody mother *****ing *****Oh you bloody mother *****ing *****Oh you bloody...I will not pretendI will not put on a smileI will not say I'm all right for youFor you, whoever you areFor you, whoever you areFor you, whoever you are
