paroles de chanson It's Complicated - Propaganda
                                                We 
                                                are 
                                                often 
                                                our 
                                                own 
                                                demise
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                    I 
                                                am 
                                                becoming 
                                                procrastination
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                you 
                                                are 
                                                so 
                                                often 
                                                so 
                                                wrong 
                                                about 
                                                you 
                                                and 
                                                you 
                                                don′t 
                                                even 
                                                know 
                                                it
 
                                    
                                
                                                Self-identified 
                                                as 
                                                particleboard, 
                                                paper 
                                                maché, 
                                                duct 
                                                taped
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                we 
                                                are 
                                                wrong, 
                                                and 
                                                right, 
                                                and 
                                                confused
 
                                    
                                
                                                It's 
                                                complicated, 
                                                but 
                                                so 
                                                is 
                                                    a 
                                                star
 
                                    
                                
                                                    A 
                                                flower, 
                                                    a 
                                                quasar, 
                                                    a 
                                                friendship, 
                                                    a 
                                                marriage
 
                                    
                                
                                                May 
                                                we 
                                                be 
                                                refuge 
                                                for 
                                                the 
                                                complicated
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                as 
                                                for 
                                                me, 
                                                well, 
                                                    I 
                                                have 
                                                zipped 
                                                up 
                                                my 
                                                emotions 
                                                into 
                                                this 
                                                dusty 
                                                duffle 
                                                bag 
                                                I′ve 
                                                aptly 
                                                named 
                                                poetry
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                I'll 
                                                be 
                                                on 
                                                my 
                                                merry 
                                                way 
                                                as 
                                                soon 
                                                as 
                                                my 
                                                pride 
                                                turns 
                                                me 
                                                loose
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                unmangle 
                                                the 
                                                last 
                                                morsel 
                                                of 
                                                manhood 
                                                    I 
                                                can 
                                                produce
 
                                    
                                
                                                Ma'am, 
                                                    I 
                                                seem 
                                                to 
                                                have 
                                                misplaced 
                                                my 
                                                confidence
 
                                    
                                
                                                Last 
                                                place 
                                                I′ve 
                                                seen 
                                                it, 
                                                it 
                                                was 
                                                at 
                                                the 
                                                altar 
                                                of 
                                                your 
                                                love
 
                                    
                                
                                                It′s 
                                                complicated
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                    I 
                                                am 
                                                becoming 
                                                complicated
 
                                    
                                
                                                We 
                                                may 
                                                scratch 
                                                ourselves 
                                                raw 
                                                to 
                                                erase 
                                                the 
                                                image 
                                                we 
                                                were 
                                                made 
                                                in
 
                                    
                                
                                                Smoke, 
                                                snort, 
                                                sex 
                                                or 
                                                drown 
                                                out 
                                                the 
                                                silence
 
                                    
                                
                                                We 
                                                may 
                                                waste 
                                                our 
                                                life-savings 
                                                on 
                                                makeovers
 
                                    
                                
                                                To 
                                                try 
                                                to 
                                                rhinoplast 
                                                our 
                                                daddy's 
                                                nose 
                                                away
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                no 
                                                nip, 
                                                no 
                                                tuck 
                                                could 
                                                cut 
                                                away 
                                                the 
                                                sense 
                                                of 
                                                obligation
 
                                    
                                
                                                We 
                                                are 
                                                becoming 
                                                what 
                                                we′re 
                                                not
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                what 
                                                we 
                                                are 
                                                is 
                                                inescapable
 
                                    
                                
                                                You 
                                                are 
                                                    a 
                                                masterpiece 
                                                fighting 
                                                to 
                                                be 
                                                    a 
                                                silly 
                                                selfie 
                                                with 
                                                    a 
                                                hideous 
                                                filter
 
                                    
                                
                                                You 
                                                are 
                                                heaven's 
                                                handmade 
                                                calligraphy
 
                                    
                                
                                                Slumming 
                                                it 
                                                among 
                                                papyrus 
                                                fonts
 
                                    
                                
                                                You 
                                                are 
                                                the 
                                                complete 
                                                and 
                                                perfect 
                                                works
 
                                    
                                
                                                Of 
                                                    a 
                                                perfect 
                                                and 
                                                eternal 
                                                poet 
                                                laureate
 
                                    
                                
                                                With 
                                                    a 
                                                laundry 
                                                list 
                                                of 
                                                identity 
                                                issues
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                sometimes 
                                                your 
                                                plumbing 
                                                don′t 
                                                match 
                                                your 
                                                urges
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                your 
                                                femininity 
                                                it 
                                                forced 
                                                    a 
                                                force 
                                                field 
                                                that 
                                                protected 
                                                our 
                                                posterity
 
                                    
                                
                                                Your 
                                                masculinity, 
                                                it 
                                                mustered 
                                                up 
                                                moxey
 
                                    
                                
                                                To 
                                                conquer 
                                                mountains 
                                                for 
                                                our 
                                                families
 
                                    
                                
                                                You 
                                                are 
                                                the 
                                                rightful 
                                                heirs 
                                                to 
                                                not 
                                                just 
                                                    a 
                                                kingdom
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                    a 
                                                universe 
                                                and 
                                                you 
                                                have 
                                                your 
                                                daddy's 
                                                eyes
 
                                    
                                
                                                Stop 
                                                being 
                                                so 
                                                traitorous
 
                                    
                                
                                                You 
                                                are 
                                                Revelation 
                                                revealed
 
                                    
                                
                                                Pyramid 
                                                constructors, 
                                                conductors, 
                                                conduits 
                                                of 
                                                lightning
 
                                    
                                
                                                Yet 
                                                you 
                                                speak 
                                                and 
                                                you 
                                                breathe 
                                                arsenic 
                                                carcinogenics
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                it 
                                                causes 
                                                car 
                                                sickness
 
                                    
                                
                                                These 
                                                scars 
                                                are 
                                                our 
                                                witness
 
                                    
                                
                                                To 
                                                love 
                                                hard 
                                                is 
                                                hard 
                                                living, 
                                                but 
                                                it′s 
                                                life
 
                                    
                                
                                                It's 
                                                who 
                                                you 
                                                are
 
                                    
                                
                                                It's 
                                                messy 
                                                and 
                                                uncomfortable
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                complicated
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                so 
                                                is 
                                                    a 
                                                star, 
                                                and 
                                                parenting, 
                                                childbirth, 
                                                and 
                                                love
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                us
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                us
 
                                    
                                
                            1 Crooked
2 It's Complicated
3 Bear With Me
4 Cynical
5 Slow Cook
6 Do Know Wrong
7 Gentrify
8 I Hate Cats
9 Darkie
10 It's Not Working (The Truth)
11 Andrew Mandela
12 Olympian
13 Made Straight
14 ICPTSD (Bonus Track)
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