I like to mix my metaphors in order to deter hangers on.
lyrics
you started with good intentions
you had all of your white lines drawn
like a road trip through your indiscretions
you keep on trucking on
but all the people that you know
can see from miles away
fucking up is just as easy
as someone changing lanes
and they say: oh oh oh; she's a terrible girl
I thought I was treading lightly
or at least staying afloat
but my problem's growing mountainous
I've built myself a moat
and all the people that I know
keep their distance now
what I touch just turns to stone
a sculpture in a glass house
and they say: oh, oh, oh; what a terrible girl
I can tell by your demeanor
you don't mean any harm
you should tell by my subtle candor
that I'm ringing the alarm
all the people that I've loved
don't come out unscathed
you better run, it's just no fun
or worth the exposé