Oh, hello, Mr. Man You didn't think I'd come back You didn't think I'd show up with my army And this ammunition on my back...I see right through you - Alanis Morissette

Dear popular boy, I know you're used to getting everything so easily,
A stranger to the concept of reciprocity.
People honor boys like you in this society.

This is a life of extremes
Both sides are slippery and enticing
These are my places off the rails
And this, my loose recollection of a falling
I barely remember who I failed
I was just trying to keep it together. This is my first wave of my white flag
This is the sound of me hitting bottom
This, my surrender, if that's what you call it
In the anatomy of my crash.

I had no choice but to hear you.
You stated your case, time and again.
I thought about it.
You treat me like I'm a princess.
I'm not used to liking that.
You ask how my day was. You've already won me over
In spite of me.
And don't be alarmed if I fall
Head over feet.
And don't be surprised if I love you
For all that you are.
I couldn't help it,
It's all your fault.