Jessamyn

Oh my sweet Jessamyn We're sick of men We're sick of all of them And we chat on the phone Like we did back in school Nothing's changed they still drool Nothing's changed you still rule And I'm sorry we Seem to both need Help believing in ourselves And I'm sorry we both have felt Like we can't be held Unless we are less Like ourselves 'Cause that's bullshit You're the shit I'm the shit F*ck this shit Oh Jessamyn Jessamyn Well I feel like a shell Of a girl I knew well Of a girl who knew better And who went through a lot In pursuit of a dream Of a world that was better And she had a lot of armor That made her heavy That made her ugly to some And she shed it in the water When she was drowning Hoping that someone would come And they didn't What a fucking Prize for compromise Oh Jessamyn Well we're too good at love To question if we're good enough And any time you have a doubt You call me and I'll help you out And if nothing else I'll make you laugh And tell you babe that guy is trash And I'll be on my way We'll figure this out someday Or at least we'll dull the pain With good art and cheap champagne Oh Jessamyn Jessamyn Oh my sweet Jessamyn We are the saints We are the martyrs And the cross that we bear Is doing the work In the presence of others And I'm sorry it's so hard But maybe it's worth Feeling exposed and confused And i'm not exactly sure What it's all for But I'm glad I can share it with you Because you're the shit I'm the shit We're the shit F*ck this shit Oh Jessamyn Jessamyn Oh my sweet Jessamyn You can give me a call Anytime that you like We're gonna be ok