Joan of Arkansas - Erase Me

I never learned
To love something ironically
Had to wait my turn
To get the teeth knocked out of me
My black hole heart
I can't escape its gravity

I think I'll be this way
Forever
Like 70's ashtrays
And sweaters
And names carved maladroitly in a tree
I want to erase me

What broke my stride
Was tripping at the starting gun
When you were mine
A strike-out was a hole-in-one
Oh no, my metaphors!
I've twisted up my brain and tongue!

I think I'll be this way
Forever
Like 70's ashtrays
And sweaters
And names carved maladroitly in a tree
I want to erase me
I never let it go
You never let it go
We never let it go

I think I'll be this way
Forever
Like 70's ashtrays
And sweaters
And names carved maladroitly in a tree
I want to erase me