27 April 2008


I was staring out the window

The whole time he was talking to me

It was a filthy pane of glass I couldn't get a clear view

As he went on and on

It wasn't the outside world I could see

Just the filthy pane that I was looking through

So I had to break the window

It just had to be

Better that I break the window

Than him or her or me

-fiona apple.