Intruders
Maybe when I'm older, I'll be clearer,
more attuned and understanding.
Well, I'm ready.
I wrote a list of my demands and then I burned an older version.
So to start with, I'll start over.
I'll cut my hair and cut the power.
So who am I without weapons? Without defense to arm my guards against intruders?
Well this is my house, so fuck your doubts and your cute battalion,
"˜cause I'm steady,
and when my double scales the wall, I'll know exactly where he's landing and I'll surprise him.
Then when he's captured, with his hands bound,
I beg for answers to all my questions, like,
"What happened?
Why'd you let me let you in when I was younger?
And why'd I need to?"