I loved you when you still had a child's face I loved you when you had a child Sliced the apple when I shut the suitcase And moved into the seven year hotel Where I watched you build a fire escape And parachute into the lawn below But you walked back up the iron staircase To carve another notch into the bench of the piano Then an artist came calling to capture your likeness, And he placed you on a sun-soaked pedestal But your hair was so black it drained this palette Leaving his brushes nothing for your frozen smile Tell me why you're so bitter women Didn't it turn out like you planned? For every hole in your neighbor's garden, There's a pretty flower in your hand There's an atomizer of lavender water Between the bowl of seashells and your diary, A historical record of dreams remembered Or lies you told yourself to stay asleep Now you've flown far away on your father's carpet And the tea leaves you read have stained your white hands The future came, neither you or he could stop it By lying down in all of those ambulances I loved you when you said, "Let's run away And never look back over our shoulders," But the very last thing that I'd want to say, With every sunset you're going to get older So tell me why you're so bitter women Didn't it turn out like you planned? For every hole in your neighbor's garden, There's a pretty flower in your hand