[00:00.58]I was reading Slim Aarons and I got to thinking that I thought
[00:09.51]Maybe I'd get less stressed if I was tested less like
[00:15.80]All of these debutantes
[00:18.59]Smiling for miles in pink dresses and high heels on white yachts
[00:26.74]But I'm not baby I'm not
[00:33.71]No I'm not that I'm not
[00:41.76]I've been tearing around in my ****ing nightgown
[00:46.51]24/7 Sylvia Plath
[00:51.22]Writing in blood on my walls
[00:53.87]'Cause the ink in my pen don't work in my notepad
[00:59.61]Don't ask if I'm happy you know that I'm not
[01:03.74]But at best I can say I'm not sad
[01:08.33]'Cause hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like me to have
[01:17.12]Hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like me to have
[01:42.79]I had fifteen-year dances
[01:45.24]Church basement romances yeah I've got
[01:51.85]Spilling my guts with the Bowery Bums
[01:56.08]Is the only love I've ever known
[02:00.33]Except for the stage which I also call home when I'm not
[02:08.83]Servin' up God in a burnt coffee pot for the triad
[02:17.21]Hello it's the most famous woman you know on the iPad
[02:25.77]Calling from beyond the grave I just wanna say "Hi Dad"
[02:34.10]I've been tearing up town in my ****ing white gown
[02:38.65]Like a godd**n near sociopath
[02:43.34]Shaking my a*s is the only thing that's
[02:47.16]Got this black narcissist off my back
[02:51.72]She couldn't care less and I never cared more
[02:55.75]So there's no more to say about that
[02:59.97]Except hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like me to have
[03:08.80]Hope is a dangerous thing for a woman with my past
[03:17.21]There's a new revolution a loud evolution that I saw
[03:26.36]Born of confusion and quiet collusion of which mostly I've known
[03:35.21]A modern day woman with a weak constitution 'cause I've got
[03:43.95]Monsters still under my bed that I could never fight off
[03:52.51]A gatekeeper carelessly dropping the keys on my nights off
[04:00.60]I've been tearing around in my ****ing nightgown
[04:05.08]24/7 Sylvia Plath
[04:09.89]Writing in blood on your walls
[04:12.68]'Cause the ink in my pen don't look good in my pad
[04:18.40]They write that I'm happy they know that I'm not
[04:22.49]But at best you can see I'm not sad
[04:27.28]But hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like me to have
[04:36.06]Hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like me to have
[04:44.58]Hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like me to have
[04:52.82]But I have it
[04:56.26]Yeah I have it
[05:00.45]Yeah I have it
[05:05.93]I have

I was reading Slim Aarons and I got to thinking that I thought
Maybe I'd get less stressed if I was tested less like
All of these debutantes
Smiling for miles in pink dresses and high heels on white yachts
But I'm not baby I'm not
No I'm not that I'm not
I've been tearing around in my ****ing nightgown
24/7 Sylvia Plath
Writing in blood on my walls
'Cause the ink in my pen don't work in my notepad
Don't ask if I'm happy you know that I'm not
But at best I can say I'm not sad
'Cause hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like me to have
Hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like me to have
I had fifteen-year dances
Church basement romances yeah I've got
Spilling my guts with the Bowery Bums
Is the only love I've ever known
Except for the stage which I also call home when I'm not
Servin' up God in a burnt coffee pot for the triad
Hello it's the most famous woman you know on the iPad
Calling from beyond the grave I just wanna say "Hi Dad"
I've been tearing up town in my ****ing white gown
Like a godd**n near sociopath
Shaking my a*s is the only thing that's
Got this black narcissist off my back
She couldn't care less and I never cared more
So there's no more to say about that
Except hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like me to have
Hope is a dangerous thing for a woman with my past
There's a new revolution a loud evolution that I saw
Born of confusion and quiet collusion of which mostly I've known
A modern day woman with a weak constitution 'cause I've got
Monsters still under my bed that I could never fight off
A gatekeeper carelessly dropping the keys on my nights off
I've been tearing around in my ****ing nightgown
24/7 Sylvia Plath
Writing in blood on your walls
'Cause the ink in my pen don't look good in my pad
They write that I'm happy they know that I'm not
But at best you can see I'm not sad
But hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like me to have
Hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like me to have
Hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like me to have
But I have it
Yeah I have it
Yeah I have it
I have