I wish she was a Monet A white swan from old ballets Tending my mind like car valet Tips giving me life Even though I know each word and song that it will play Still feel the lump in my throat as the credits start each day Same theme playing along like church bells on a Sunday A routine of myself I try to hide, everyday What kind of words convey A pawn in a chess brigade Intruded by the tears I've painted And those sharp teeth spitting lies Close your eyes and count to five pretend it's not your face Who rewinds each word in their mind to know it's not misplaced Not someone who you admire and steps you would retrace Is there inside you every-day, to put you in your place I would name my scapegoat, Jen You see, it's a name you have a face for I would name my scapegoat, Jen You see, it's a name you have a face for