It's True/ I Do Imbue My Blue

If Women Want To Be Appreciated For What We're Saying, We've Got To Wear Turtlenecks And Long Pants.

My Mind Goes To Tragedy First.

What Will An Angel Say That The Devil Wants To Know?

Because For Whatever Reason, Even Though I Want To Stay Home All The Time And Be Left Alone, I Want To Tell The World Who I Am Now.

My Heart Went Cold And Only Hollow Rhythms Resounded From Within, But Then He Rose, Brilliant As The Moon In Full And Sank In The Burrows Of My Keep, And All My Armor, Falling Down, In A Pile At My Feet.