Self-definition for Self-burned Spies
Self-definition for Self-burned Spies
Season of the Witch - Lou Rawls
Watching him watch her becomes a small game, another exercise to keep her hand in.
When I look over my shoulderWhat do you think I seeSome other cat looking overHis shoulder right at meAnd it's strange, surely strange
A Better Version of Me - Fiona Apple
She runs through her own repetitions, crafting identities, job applications, a door-to-door in-home survey of all the humans she could have been and still could be.
I don't want a home, I'd ruin thatHome is where my habits have a habitat
Ice Age - How to Destroy Angels
It rocked her back, because she was never really a ballerina but she had trained hard, had risen up on her toes until they broke and bled.
Sometimes, I still believe who I pretend to beSometimes, the little thing's exactly how it seems
Red Right Ankle - The Decemberists
He sits on the floor in front of her, still careful not to loom, as if she could have gotten anywhere if she were susceptible to looming.
Some had crumbled you straight to your kneesDid it cruel, did it tenderlySome had crawled their way into your heartTo rend your ventricles apartThis is the story of the boys who loved youThis is the story of your red right ankle.
Rise Up With Fists - Jenny Lewis with The Watson Twins
He has alluded to Triggers and the Things That Help to others before, fending off questions, providing just enough information, but he’s never laid the whole eclectic list out for anyone before…
Like when you wake up behind the bar Trying to remember where you are Having crushed all the pretty things There but for the grace of God go I
I Wish I Knew - Nina Simone
Can it really be called choice when all your options are bad, or when the only thing on the table is a chance of survival?
I wish I could giveAll I'm longin' to giveI wish I could liveLike I'm longin' to live
Doll Parts - Hole
Seeing Natasha turn herself off so effortlessly, become so completely someone she’s fabricated–perhaps on the walk over–that it seems there’s no fourth wall to even break…it gives him a sense of just how hard she’s been working to stay present in herself with him.
I fake it so real, I am beyond fakeAnd someday, you will ache like I ache
True, Part III - Concrete Blonde
Natasha sinks down onto her knees, a supplicant on the edge of the expensive handwoven carpet,and looks up into the woman’s eyes. “I know who I am,” she turns Madame’s hand and presses a kiss of fealty, “and where I belong.”
And I will leave this lifeAnd I will know I've done the very best I canAnd I will leave behindStrain and painAnd take the blame for who I am
Me, I’m Not - Nine Inch Nails
Natasha is awash in hotel rooms and train stations, her hands full of steering wheels and silk ties and the familiar Hogue grip of her Glock, the meaty scent of blood and the smoky vapor of bourbon…
I can swallow it downKeep it all insideI define myselfBy how well I hideI feel it coming apartWell, at least I triedI can win this warBy knowing not to fight
Fortunate Son - Catey Shaw
“I build more than I break.” Natasha looks up into her eyes, willing her to understand, “I renovate.”
It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no millionaire's son, noIt ain't me, it ain't me; I ain't no fortunate one, no