Wild Strawberries

I'm not the perfect sister
I'm just the wounded one
I was created to compare
I'll quit while she's ahead
I've finally found the rent
I'll memorize the words to every other line she says

She's got pretty little lips
She's got perfect skin
I wonder why I even try
To disappoint you
I could draw a diagram
I could point it at your mouth
I could stroke it till you're blind
And I'd disappoint you

She's got good intentions
The kind that make you squirm
She's like the movie of the week
I've seen her kind before
So pretty and adored
So empty and so free that I'd forgotten I'd forgotten

CHORUS

I'm not the perfect sister
I'm just the wounded one
I was created to compare
One day I'll make the cut
I'll put it down in blood
I'll make you wish that it was any other way

CHORUS



Meet me in a doorway
I'll be painting pictures of gates
You were so crazy
I was so chaste
I don't know what happened to me
I don't know

I don't want to think about it
I don't want to think about it

You rendered me conscious
You cut my innocent face
I'm not really bitter
Then again I'm not amused
I just want to kick you till you cry I loved I really loved you

Meet me in a doorway
I'll be wearing Middleton's lace
It's as sterile as chess
Nobody'd guess
You were touching me between the love of God and sister mercy