Fuck Yeah, Fiona Apple!

where-thesidewalk-ends:

“Oh Well” by Fiona Apple (jon brion version)

What you did to me made me 
See myself something different 
Though I try to talk sense to myself 
But I just won’t listen 

Won’t you go away 
Turn yourself in 
You’re no good at confession 
Before the image that you burned me in 
Tries to teach you a lesson 

What you did to me made me see myself something awful 
A voice once stentorian is now again meek and muffled 
It took me such a long time to get back up the first time you did it 
I spent all I had to get it back, and now it seems I’ve been outbidded 

My peace and quiet was stolen from me 
When I was looking with calm affection 
You were searching out my imperfections 

What wasted unconditional love 
On somebody 
Who doesn’t believe in the stuff 

You came upon me like a hypnic jerk 
When I was just about settled 
And when it counts you recoil 
With a cryptic word and leave a love belittled 

Oh what a cold and common old way to go 
When I was feeding on the need for you to know me 
Devastated at the rate you fell below me 

What wasted unconditional love 
On somebody 
Who doesn’t believe in the stuff 

Oh, well

(Source: gemini-butterfly)