Tall

[Verse 1]
Standing tall as a woman but acting tough as can be
Curling your lip directing your poetry at me
When I know it was written for another time and place
It doesn't touch me
You're so bitter, the past so close behind
You're so curling and churning
How could your angel give in
When there's nothing to blame but your pride?

[Chorus]
And I guess you need an excuse to fall
If you're gonna pretend to fly at all

[Verse 2]
You can curl up cradled in your past
But it isn't as warm there, is it?
Will nothing ever last?
Your painting your pictures with shards of your pain
You'd prick your fingers for blood to paint
You sing your strife like a sonnet I believe

[Chorus]
And I guess you need an excuse to fall
If you're gonna pretend to fly at all

[Bridge]
You sing your strife like a sonnet
But you buy your hats with a sweat-stained brim already on it
Chaos and fate your enemies
At least that's the way you've sold them to be
You can put yourself on a cross but not for me

[Chorus]
And I guess you need an excuse to fall
If you're gonna pretend to fly at all
And I guess you need an excuse to fall
If you're gonna pretend to fly at all