You break me- I want my peices badly

You take me- I want myself back madly

You fight me- I want a nice peace treaty

You light me- I want the darkness completely



Tape my wing down

Hold my blue toe to the ground

Take my senses 

But you can't take my license to thrill



You can't mold me- I'll take the clay and make a snake

You can't hold me- I can't be anything that's fake

take my life

But don't take my license to thrill



I wonder- why I ever bothered

You can't see- I've been plenty fathered

And sometimes- I can see straight through your blue eyes

You're so blind- you can't see when someone else crys



Chorus



I guess it's not so bad

You gaurd me and hold my hand

You just can't strip away 

My quirkiness today

I guess it's not so bad

It's not so bad



Chorus ( last part)