Maybe when I’m older, I’ll be clearer
more attuned and understanding
Well, I’m ready
I wrote a list of my demands and then I burned an older version
So to start with, I’ll start over
I’ll cut my hair and cut the power
So who am I without weapons Without defense to arm my guards against intruders
Well this is my house, so fuck your doubts and your cute battalion
‘cause I’m steady
and when my double scales the wall, I’ll know exactly where he’s landing and I’ll surprise him
Then when he’s captured, with his hands bound
I beg for answers to all my questions, like
“What happened
Why’d you let me let you in when I was younger
And why’d I need to”