• From a boy who can't admit his love even to himself
    To a girl who belts herself in
    Cover up her curves
    Until she's not really there anymore
    Follow the Format
    Attend the Academy
    Escape your City
    As long as you shed yourself
    Like an old skin you've grown out of
    Do whatever is needed to lie
    Yourself out of the truth
    Know what you need
    And get what you don't want
    Your'e not made for this, Dear Boy
    Is that what they tell you?
    Then make yourself for this.
    From the schoolteacher
    Who can't have children
    To the gardener
    Who's allergic to pollen
    Life is a big irony
    And all the pawns know it
    It's that discovery in conscience
    That really begins to traumatize
    Learn to manipulate enough
    And your no longer a minor piece
    A middle piece hard to figure out
    But an edge needed to define the big picture.