1, 2, 3, 4! You can tell from the scars on my arms, and the cracks in my hips, and the dents in my car, and the blisters on my lips, that I'm not the carefulest of girls. You can tell from the glass on the floor, and the strings that are breaking, and I keep on breaking more, and it looks like I am shaking, but it's just the temperature. Then again, if it were any colder, I could disengage. If I were any older, I would act my age, but I don't think that you'd believe me. It's not the way I'm meant to be, it's just the way the operation made me. Oh, you can tell from the state of my room, that they let me out too soon, and the pills that I ate came a couple weeks too late, and I've got some issues to work through. There I go again, pretending to be you. Make believing that I have a soul beneath the surface, trying to convince you is accidentally unprogressive. I am not so serious as passion is a plagiarism. I might join your sanctuary, but only on a rare occasion. I was taken out before the labor pains hit in, and now the health awards for sex and dairy and the girl anachronism. You can tell by the red in my eyes, and the bruises on my thighs, and the knots in my hair, and the bathtub full of flies, that I'm not right now at all. There I go again, pretending that I'll fall. Don't call it out, just say you've seen it all before. If they'll say, just let her crash, and don't she'll learn, the attention just encourages her. And you can tell from the full body cast, that you're sorry that you asked, that you did everything you could, like any decent person would. But I might be catching, so don't touch. Don't believe that you're immune to gravity and stuff. Don't get me right, because the bandages will all come off. You can tell from the smirk at the stake, that the current state is critical. Is the little thing's mind set? In the time it takes to break it, she could make up ten excuses. Don't excuse her for the day, it's just the way the medication makes her. I don't necessarily believe there is a cure for this, though. I might join your century, but only if it's helpful. Yes, I was too precarious, removed as necessary. Yeah, I'm a girl anachronist. I am a girl anachronist. I am a girl anachronist. I am a girl anachronist. I am a girl anachronist. I am a girl anachronist.