 My voice has been boxed on a shelf by the door
And my hands may be cold but my wry smile's still warm
And she can't believe that I'm not gonna fight
Guess I'm just too busy doing battle from the inside
And I feel you, well I'll see you ‘round
And you fucked your way in, you can fuck your way out
Well, a terminal inversion seems to apply
Seems if we're wanting to be powerful we've gotta learn to play the guy
But she beats her chest and proclaims that life's unfair
And she's to pissed to be angry and I'm much too cool to care
And I feel you, well I'll see you ‘round
And you fucked your way in, you can fuck your way out
Just because I bleed seems to make me family
And I don't wanna be your militia sister
My popular opinion has just vanished without a trace
Seems if I'm not living on the edge then I'm taking up too much space
And you can point your fingers and call me a bitch
Yeah, I guess its good to be alternative
Guess I kind of enjoy it
And I feel you, well I'll see you ‘round
And you fucked your way in, you can fuck your way out
And, no baby, you're not even warm
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