Some People Wear Their Heart

Every Time I Say Something They Find Hard To Hear, They Chalk It Up To My Anger, And Never To Their Own Fear.

The Old Farm Roads A Four Lane That Leads To The Mall, And Our Dreams Are All Guillotines Waiting To Fall.

I Use My Dress To Wipe Up My Drink, I Care Less And Less What People Think.

When You Grow Up Surrounded By Willful Ignorance, You Have To Believe That Mercy Has It's Own Country And That It's Round And Borderless.

You've Already Put More Than Enough Energy Into Worry. That's All Women Have Been Allowed To Do, Historically.