Alanis Morisette Needs Grammarly Premium
I’ve spent so many days chasing pride
Seeking yours when I had none of mine
Alanis knows no irony
⁃ But I do
The day you’d say I’m proud of you comes
But I can’t hear it
⁃ Since it needs a hello
⁃ After pushing my name
⁃ With your thumb
And that can’t happen. You’re ashamed of who
⁃ I’ve become
I’ve got ten thousand spoons, and now I don’t even need your pride
…See now that’s ironic, don’t you think?
90s throwback, teenage angst
I’m plucking old strings
For this heart shaped box to play
Nirvana is easy, when you’ve already been through hell.
I laid down the scissors
Don’t need the knives too
⁃ except the one behind my lips
⁃ The one I cut off for you
I’ve got ten thousand spoons, I’m using a pen and not a knife
It isn’t ironic. Don’t you think?
It’s like I became a new version of me.
The version you can’t stand, even though it’s who I am.
But now I can’t give a damn
It’s time for some new Pearls in this jam
Don’t call me, not fit to, the pictures kept will remind me
Of a breakfast table in an otherwise empty room
You can update the playlists, but still throw back.
Young girl, by all ends, center of her own attention…
It’s so typical to talk about myself, I’m sorry.
I hope, that you’re well.
All I have left is goodbye,
at least I can say that I tried
My head was never not right
I was the spoon, you needed a knife
So I’ve got no hellos from
The other side or otherwise
Text and truth can be black, white, or red
I’ve traded my tears, my blood for this pen
Living life where irony makes sense