Celeste

She controls the world with a click of her pen
Plastic and ink and a push of a spring and it ends
She calls it liberation but nobody wins
Just a signature and she washes her hands of him

So that's when he left his mark
With a flint and a wheel and a spark

Maybe he slept through winter till May
While she made sure the rent was paid
Maybe she slept with his college roommate by accident that day
Maybe brown haired girls only write novels on trains
When they run out of things to say

So she navigates the world through a self-righteous lens
Indignant and wondering how he still has friends
She dreamed of revolution but nobody wins
And orders from courts don't discourage certain men

That's when he left his mark
With a flint and a wheel and a spark

Maybe he only did it to chase
The cobwebs from the corners away
Maybe he cut the word "whore" in her car by accident that day
Maybe brown haired girls only write novels on trains
When they run out of things to say

He won't give her any time to feel shame
'Cause she'll just get on a bus and run away
Maybe it's good that women never change
Six of one, half a dozen of the other, they're all the same

That's when he left his mark
With a flint and a wheel and a spark
So that's when he left his mark
With a flint and a wheel and a spark

Maybe pinewood burns away
Any trace of DNA
Maybe the cervical cancer spread out in her cheating brain
Maybe brown haired girls only write novels on trains
When they run out of things to say