If we are mostly empty space,
Chemicals put in our place
Aligned to give the gods something to claim,
Then it should come as no surprise
That all our hands and toes and eyes
Are nothing, but the nothing is the same.
First comes love,
then comes marriage,
then divorce.
Distinctly I remember when
I learned what women do with men
In bedrooms, when the rings are on the hand.
I listened with revulsion to
The stories they all said were true
And I wondered if I’d ever feel the same.
First comes love,
then comes marriage,
then divorce.
And I’m still looking for a reason why
Whenever I’m alone I start to cry.
Maybe it’s because my eyes
Can’t comprehend or recognize
The beauty in the chaos of the world.
Shapes and colors, bit by bit,
They somehow make a perfect fit
And I am left a lonesome little girl.
First comes love,
then comes marriage…
And I had a vision many years ago
That nothing was impossible.
Well, what the hell did I know
‘Bout the changing of the tides?
‘Bout the chemicals inside of me?
So, split me open, take a look
My heart is like an open book
With pages missing, blowing in the wind.
I fuck it, face it, can’t deny
I’ve got nothing else left to hide
When you’re finished, just please stitch up my skin.
First comes love,
then comes marriage.
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