you can tell
by the scars on my arms
and the cracks in my hips
and the dents in my car
and the blisters on my lips
that i'm the carefullest of girls

you can tell
from the glass on the floor
and the strings that are breaking
and i keep on breaking more
and it looks like i am shaking
but it's just the temperature

but then again
if it were any colder i could disengage
if i were any older i would act my age
but i don't think you'd believe me
it's not the way I'm meant to be
it's just the way the operation made me

and you can tell
from the state of my room
that they let me out too soon
and the pills that i ate
came a couple weeks too late
and i've got some issues to work through
there i go again
pretending to be you
make believing
that i have a soul beneath the surface
trying to convince you
it was accidentally on purpose

i am not so serious
this passion is a plagiarism
i might join your century
but only on a rare occasion
i was taken out before the labor pains set in
and now behold the world's worst accident:
I AM THE GIRL ANACHRONISM

and you can tell
by the red in my eyes
and the bruises on my thighs
and the knots in my hair
and the bathroom full of flies

that i'm not right now at all
there i go again
pretending that i'll fall

don't call the doctors cause
they've seen it all before
they'll say:
"just let her crash and burn she'll learn
the attention just encourages her"

and you can tell from the full-body cast
that you're sorry that you asked
though you did everything you could
like any decent person would
but i might be catching so don't touch
you'll start believing you're immune to gravity
and stuff
don't get me wet because the bandages will all come off

and you can tell
from the smoke at the stake
that the current state is critical

well it is
the little things
for instance:

in the time it takes to break it
she could make up ten excuses
"please excuse her for the day
it's just the way the medication makes her"

i don't necessarily
believe there is a cure for this
so i might join your century
but only as a doubtful guest
i was too precarious
removed as a caesarian
behold the world's worst accident:
I AM THE GIRL ANACHRONISM