Just a small child with green eyes
And a complicated love for the spotlight
Only wanting it if you look just right
And never thinking you do
Used to sing out in grade school
Till the other graders made you feel uncool
Wasn't very faithful to the golden rule
It doesn't matter either way now
Count your cost, quit your dreaming
Now that Alexandra's screaming
She saw it from so far off and still
Somehow you're lost and beaten down
Where'd you find that scathing silence
Addiction to a fiction of self-reliance
Saying "you can't make it till then"
Will you ever write a wish-list in ballpoint pen
Say you're wounded when the truth is
That's a bead along a string of excuses
You meet her in the bathroom each time
The villain and the victim on either side
Count your cost, quit your dreaming
Now that Alexandra's screaming
She saw it from so far off and still
Somehow you're lost and beaten down
Alexandra's screaming now
Fractures in the steps peak out
To keep you from your temple
When will it get simple
Tell me it gets simple