I see my body as an instrument, rather than an ornament. - Alanis Morissette

Wait a minute, man
You mispronounced my name
You didn't wait for all the information
Before you turned me away.
Wait a minute, sir,
You kind of hurt my feelings.
You see me as a sweet back-loaded puppet
And you've got meal ticket taste.

When I'd speak of artistry you would roll your eyes skyward.
When I'd speak of spirituality you would label it absurd.
When I spoke of possibility you would frown and shake your head.
If I had stayed much longer, I'd have surely imploded.
These are my words.
This is my house.
These are my friends of which you've had no part of.

I had high expectations
It's something I could not compromise
And when I saw you I wasn't ready
It completely took my heart by surprise.