These Sides Affect

I heard you’re not listening to me when I talk
And you know everything better than I ever could
But I’m here now, with my suitcase and very little patience for blame
And when I leave one of these days neither of us should still be the same.
I take everything with a side of you, and all the side-effects of staying tuned.
I’ll spend these days as the reigning queen of all the ladies in your magazines.
I want to cover them up, you say, and you laugh
Oh I need to cover your thoughts with things I am thinking.
Oh, dear.
Girls will be girls, you say
That’s just a lazy excuse not to talk about this world.
And boys will be boys, you say
That’s just a lazy excuse to raise idiots
And I’m not just making a fuss, it’s always about us.
We can make all the mistakes we want,
but don’t show me your palms to say you’ve got no bad intentions.
Just because we both were raised thinking we must not fail
and there’s only one right answer.
There’s no injury that heals as slow as those little holes that burn strong
into our souls.
So pack your bags, dear
You need to get out of here.
Oh, pack your bags, dear
I need you to get out of here.
Girls will be girls, you say
That’s just a lazy excuse not to talk about this world.
And boys will be boys, you say
That’s just a lazy excuse to raise idiots.
Girls will be girls, you say
That’s just a lazy excuse not to talk about this world.
And boys will be boys, you say
That’s just a lazy excuse to raise idiots.
And I’m not just making a fuss, it’s always about us.
And I’m not just making a fuss, it’s always about us.