Interpret:

Fiona Apple

Album:

The Idler Wheel...

'Member when we argued o'er the concept of regret
You were an expert even then but not me, not yet
Now all you gotta do's remind me that we met
And there, you got me, that's how you got me
You taught me to regret


'Member how I asked you why are you so mean
You didn't know how to react to being seen
I tried to be your friend, you made me shamed, so I'm getting even
And there, you got me, that's how you got me
You taught me to be mean


But I ran out of white doves' feathers
To soak up the hot piss that comes from your mouth
Every time you address me
Oh, I ran out of of white doves' feathers
To soak up the hot piss that comes from your mouth
Every time you address me


'Member when I was so sick and you didn't believe me
Then you got sick too and guess who took care of you
You hated that, didn't you, didn't you
Now, when you look at me, you're condemned to see
The monster your mother made you to be
And there, you got me, that's how you got free
You got rid of me


But I ran out of white doves' feathers
To soak up the hot piss that comes from your mouth
Every time you address me
Oh, I ran out of of white doves' feathers
To soak up the hot piss that comes from your mouth
Every time you address me


Alone
Leave me alone
Leave me alone, leave me alone
Leave me alone, leave me alone
Alone