What I'd Be Without Me

Dear Diary

As you can see, the pen's drinking

It's an ornery little thing

And it's dreadful, dreadful, dreadful

Dear Diary

My sweet body will turn on me

Say "pretty please," 'cause God is listening

And we all fall in the big empty

Do you want to know what girls want?

Do you want to know what girls really need?

They want their greasy hands all over their mouths

Apparently turncoats that grant the nosebleeds

Do you want to know what boys want?

They want the grass stains on their sisters' Barbies

They want their hands crawling up themselves

And you're knock-kneed, knock-kneed, knock-kneed

We'll cross our hearts, we'll cross our t's

I'll clean your feet, you'll scrape your knees

Remember me, remember me, remember me

I had you by your baby teeth

Abeline, look at me

Were you wanting to go it without me?

Wait and see, wait and see

Don't you forget what you'll be without me

Grab your knees, fall asleep

When you wander the desert in suspense

Wait for me, wait for me

Don't you stumble across your own footprints

Baby teeth, baby teeth, come to me

Come to me, come to me, come to me

Dear Diary

Day Ten of Day Ten's desert scene, it's an odious thing

And it's awful, awful, awful

Dear Diary

I fear I've seen those things I've seen

Say "pretty please," 'cause God is listening

And we all fall in the big empty

Baby teeth, baby teeth

Were you wanting to know what I'm made of?

This is me, this is me

Snap a photo to show what I once was

Grab your knees, fall asleep

When you wander the desert in suspense

Wait for me, wait for me

Don't you stumble across your own footprints

Baby teeth, baby teeth

Come to me, come to me