i wear my heart on my record sleeve/   for the toes I’ve crushed, no apologies/   what I’m sweating over is all that counts/   there’s bigger things than my rent for this couch/   I’m talking loss, I’m talking poetry/   not just a quest for celebrity/   don’t trust me until I’m comfortable because I will stab your heart if it’s profitable/   I’m saying, “girl, your crying has got me so inspired, but can you keep it down so I can hear the amplifier over you?”/   if I could I wouldn’t sign my name/   oh shit, darling, you’re still in the frame/   I’m built to rage against obscurity and I need no more company/   Xerox in stereo/   carbon heart radio/   a love letter I stole, and rewrote/   still, I mean it so/   change clothes so I can find a hit/   no soul, no style combined with it/   all bullshit, phony sentiment/   success will mean I found a fit/   I’m saying, “girl, those tears are so damn beautiful”