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