I'm gonna be the girl in the box

The magician's assistant

Dismembered every night by a bunch of foul tricks

I'm thinking next year in the presidential election

Maybe I can vote for the mighty rat king!

I connect the bullet holes and see no picture

Way too many bullet holes to begin with

Got an elaborate plan not to belong anywhere

But I am stuck in a shoe box at the end of the street

So, my new religion is strict mistakeism

A rule book of close calls and near misses

In a month or two, I could be the high priestess

But I'll be gone, watching things burn from a distance

I got here wearing a coat made from other people's fingers

I'll exit wearing nothing but my own soft shell

Maybe I could be a hermit or a snail if I want to

As long as I look like a gazelle

I got stuck on a guilt trip on board of a friend ship

I forgot who I was floating down the canal

As an iceberg breaking into smaller and smaller pieces

I'm aging as an act of rebellion

Taking up space is my first million

I'm collecting your unpopular opinions

Got them locked away to protect the civilians

It's not my job to prove I'm resilient

(I don't think that's my job)

I was sold night terrors as light errors

Terrified of settling down and sleeping

Tell me I'm not the only one

Always checking twice

If the sleeping ones are still breathing

Wouldn't hold my breath, I won't choke on being broke

With a cracked heart and a shattered jaw bone

Gotta be an escape artist to break the glass ceiling

If it's really all six sides of the aquarium

It might be all six sides of the aquarium

I think it's all six sides of the aquarium