Alexandra

Just a small child with green eyes And a complicated love for the spotlight Only wanting it if you look just right And never thinking you do Used to sing out in grade school Till the other graders made you feel uncool Wasn't very faithful to the golden rule It doesn't matter either way now Count your cost, quit your dreaming Now that Alexandra's screaming She saw it from so far off and still Somehow you're lost and beaten down Where'd you find that scathing silence Addiction to a fiction of self-reliance Saying "you can't make it till then" Will you ever write a wish-list in ballpoint pen Say you're wounded when the truth is That's a bead along a string of excuses You meet her in the bathroom each time The villain and the victim on either side Count your cost, quit your dreaming Now that Alexandra's screaming She saw it from so far off and still Somehow you're lost and beaten down Alexandra's screaming now Fractures in the steps peak out To keep you from your temple When will it get simple Tell me it gets simple