Hack it Up

How shallow is your hatred?
Without language, could it still exist?
Eight years, were we ever in the same room together?
With this one I ought to be radically different
I'm not expecting very much, just you
I'm not expecting very much, just you
Every obsession takes a dark run
And you can take one, too
Shot in the back of the head
And it hurts, though it doesn't really
Feel that perverse 'cause
I'm not expecting very much, just you
I'm not expecting very much, just you
Oh, it's an edible world I bet
You can't hack it up
She starts all the rumours about herself
When she gets around to it
Get arounds to speaking in first person
To be the Duchess of other people's news
Just a few steps away from intellectual
Lies a safe space for all your pettiness
And its need to be free
Wild and ugly and perfect and free
Your mother never painted me
That’s why I present as an effigy
Just trying to fit into your life
To see how it feels
There's only one way to know
And that's to make it real
I'm not expecting very much, just you
I'm not expecting very much, just you