"Charlotte's Hymn" lyrics
So what is it that makes me the fool?
What does she have that I lack?
Why is my last name a tease and a wound
And my first name is nothing but trash?
Silly for caring, for nesting, for cracking
My sturdy chest open for you
Silly bitch making the cringy mistake
Of doing what good women do
The hang of my breast, my creases and lines
The flash of a woman, a mother divine
The hang of your head, hanged for your crimes
The rage of a mother, the gruesome divine
So damn you, so damn you all
May God strike you down
May he render you small
I can't tell you how angry I am
I'll never forgive that respectable man
Lo' in the morning, Dolores on paper
Lolita in my lovely home
Was locked in grumpiest storm of a girl
Angry and ready to go
One half my love, one half my mistakes
And one half the light of my life
More than the sum of her infinite parts
A slice of the gruesome divine
The hang of my flesh, my creases and lines
A body, a woman, a mother divine
The hang of your head, hanged for your crimes
The rage of a woman, the gruesome divine
God damn you, God damn you all
May he strike you down
May he make you so small
And I couldn't tell you, how fucking angry I am
I'll never forgive the respectable man
What is a woman? What is a girl?
What is a person at all?
Precious and sacred and terror and mess
A storm in a jar at the mall
Tell her you love her and tell her you hate her
But I don't think you've ever met
Networks of bugs who conspire to explain
The prize of my love and my sweat
The look in my eyes, my creases and lines
The flash of a woman, a mother divine
The hang of your head, hanged for your crimes
The rage of a mother, the gruesome divine
God damn you, God help us all
May he strike you down
May he render you small
I could not tell you how fucking angry I am
I'll never forgive, I don't think that I can
Start to your soul and so arrogant still
That you've never known peace
And you never will
Failing and flailing
With your head in the sand
And still so content to decide what I am
What does she have that I lack?
Why is my last name a tease and a wound
And my first name is nothing but trash?
Silly for caring, for nesting, for cracking
My sturdy chest open for you
Silly bitch making the cringy mistake
Of doing what good women do
The hang of my breast, my creases and lines
The flash of a woman, a mother divine
The hang of your head, hanged for your crimes
The rage of a mother, the gruesome divine
So damn you, so damn you all
May God strike you down
May he render you small
I can't tell you how angry I am
I'll never forgive that respectable man
Lo' in the morning, Dolores on paper
Lolita in my lovely home
Was locked in grumpiest storm of a girl
Angry and ready to go
One half my love, one half my mistakes
And one half the light of my life
More than the sum of her infinite parts
A slice of the gruesome divine
The hang of my flesh, my creases and lines
A body, a woman, a mother divine
The hang of your head, hanged for your crimes
The rage of a woman, the gruesome divine
God damn you, God damn you all
May he strike you down
May he make you so small
And I couldn't tell you, how fucking angry I am
I'll never forgive the respectable man
What is a woman? What is a girl?
What is a person at all?
Precious and sacred and terror and mess
A storm in a jar at the mall
Tell her you love her and tell her you hate her
But I don't think you've ever met
Networks of bugs who conspire to explain
The prize of my love and my sweat
The look in my eyes, my creases and lines
The flash of a woman, a mother divine
The hang of your head, hanged for your crimes
The rage of a mother, the gruesome divine
God damn you, God help us all
May he strike you down
May he render you small
I could not tell you how fucking angry I am
I'll never forgive, I don't think that I can
Start to your soul and so arrogant still
That you've never known peace
And you never will
Failing and flailing
With your head in the sand
And still so content to decide what I am
