The hot party girls are considering babies
And I'm still convinced procreation is crazy
I'm pushing thirty still feeling fifteen
Perverted and fragile and overly keen
I'm haunted
By a former love
Or was it a projection
Onto somebody's son
I never really knew the feeling
Til I assembled my parts
And built a woman
And so a woman I want
I stopped kissing men that tasted like pity
The spit like poison a that one day would hit me
And feeling dirty became less routine
But I'd stare in the mirror just to feel seen
I'm haunted
By a former love
Or was it my reflection
That wasn't clear enough
I never really knew the feeling
Til I dissected my parts
The broken woman
Is his work of art
I thought I was clever until I grew up
I was wise for a child now I'm old and I'm dumb
I've had this body since I was too young
To know how to knot what was pulled undone
I'm haunted
By a former love
I thought that I was special
Til I stopped getting him off
I never knew what I was feeling
Til feeling's all I did
I kicked and cried and took a bite
Consumed by the rage of a kid
