Bmfa. Lyrics - Martha Wainwright - Martha Wainwright

Poetry is no place for a heart that's a whore 

And I'm young and I'm strong 

But I feel old and tired 

Over fired 

And I've been poked and stoked 

It's all smoke, there's no more fire 

Only desire 

For you, whoever you are 

For you, whoever you are 

You say my time here has been some sort of joke 

That I've been messing around 

Some sort of incubating period 

For when I really come around 

I'm cracking up and you have no idea 

No idea how it feels to be on your own 

In your own home with the fucking phone 

And the mother of gloom in your bedroom 

Standing over your head 

With her hand in your head 

With her hand in your head 

I will not pretend, I will not put on a smile 

I will not say I'm all right for you 

When all I wanted was to be good 

To do everything in truth 

To do everything in truth 

Oh, I wish, I wish, I wish I was born a man 

So I could learn how to stand up for myself 

Like those guys with guitars, I've been watching in bars 

Who've been stamping their feet to a different beat 

To a different beat 

To a different beat 

I will not pretend, I will not put on a smile 

I will not say I'm all right for you 

When all I wanted was to be good 

To do everything in truth 

To do everything in truth 

You bloody mother fucking asshole 

Oh, you bloody motherfucking asshole 

Oh, you bloody motherfucking asshole 

Oh, you bloody motherfucking asshole 

Oh, you bloody motherfucking asshole 

Oh, you bloody 

I will not pretend, I will not put on a smile 

I will not say I'm all right for you 

For you, whoever you are 

For you, whoever you are 

For you, whoever you are