You break me- I need my pieces badly   You take me- I want myself back madly   You fight me- I want a nice peace treaty   You light me- I want the darkness completely      Tape my wing down   Hold my blue toe to the ground   Take my senses    But you can't take my license to thrill      You can't mold me- I'll take the clay and make a snake   You can't hold me- I can't be anything that's fake   take my life   But don't take my license to thrill      I wonder- why I ever bothered   You can't see- I've been plenty fathered   And sometimes- I can see straight through your blue eyes   You're so blind- you can't see when someone else cries      Chorus      I guess it's not so bad   You gard me, hold my hand   You just can't strip away    My quirkiness today   I guess it's not so bad   It's not so bad      Chorus ( last part)