Early Whitney Lyrics

You're so sensitive,
You can feel a single hair curl while you're sleepin',
And each fraction of a millimeter fingernail's growth.
You show half a heart when you play euchre
And i face the punching bag, and do what i'm told,
But you stoop so low,
To write a word in white pastel on a skull shaped gauge,
You say: "i'm not myself without my challenger commemorative
b***on
On the chest of my brown down vest."
You say: "coffee's turned my dark days into woody allen *long
Sigh* anxiety."
You say: "hide in denver, and i remember montreal. i swear i'll
Write soon."

Don't encourage the wind;
The candles will retire.

The c**ulative weight
Of all my chain letter curses.
Something about this
Is clowns with knives.
An ambulance siren
Searching for an injured person.
That ain't no god
It's just a hedge on fire.
That ain't no god
It's just a burning bush.

You're so sensitive,
You can feel a single hair curl while you're sleepin',
And each fraction of a millimeter fingernail's growth.
Don't encourage the wind;
The candles will retire.

The c**ulative weight
Of all my chain letter curses.
Something about this
Is clowns with knives.
An ambulance siren
Searching for an injured person.
That ain't no god
It's just a hedge on fire.

That ain't no god that ain't no god that ain't no god...