I am alpha and alpha, girl without an ending.
I wonder how the omega experiences closure?
I hear they have better hot dogs in Chicago.
I see skyscrapers and fountains and
I want to travel foreign lands and emotions.
I am alpha and alpha, girl without an ending.
I pretend to know sophistication intimately, but
I feel like I'll always be a small-town girl.
I touch sharp diamonds and soft furs, but
I worry that I'll always drink four-dollar Spumanti.
I cry in my pillow when no one is looking.
I pretend to know sophistication intimately.
I understand the simple rules.
I say what I feel, no lies.
I dream that someday I'll be understood.
I try to laugh when I feel like dying.
I hope that my omega will be one of peace.
I understand the simple rules.