To Be Pulled

You can take a break from being perfect and straight
To show you're leaning off-center or the way that you abbreviate
In your descent, going under cover in the nice white lines
Made up of all your brothers
And they stand up straight like pickets in the suburbs
And you're afraid to link up with each other
They want to pull you until you change
You can fight back hard enough and force them to accommodate

You can be the queen with your own crown
Oh, now doesn't that sound cool
Scream when they pull you out, shouldn't have been allowed to
Loudest one they've gotten, mouth full of cotton wool
You put up a fight, you know what it's like to be pulled

You can have your back turned or be too big
You'll see nobody else go as far as you did
If when you came out you were told to be less bold
Just know if they tear you out, you'll come back gold
You made it hard to swallow, you're Apollo with the arrow
If your body's Picasso'd, you're hollowed. you're narrowed
You're a bottom up riser, a top down fighter
You're an inside traitor, you're a riot inciter

You can be the queen with your own crown
Oh, now doesn't that sound cool
Scream when they pull you out, shouldn't have been allowed to
Loudest one they've gotten, mouth all full of cotton wool
You put up a fight, you know what it's like to be pulled