Jessamyn
Oh my sweet Jessamyn
We're sick of men
We're sick of all of them
And we chat on the phone
Like we did back in school
Nothing's changed they still drool
Nothing's changed you still rule
And I'm sorry we
Seem to both need
Help believing in ourselves
And I'm sorry we both have felt
Like we can't be held
Unless we are less
Like ourselves
'Cause that's bullshit
You're the shit
I'm the shit
Fuck this shit
Oh Jessamyn
Jessamyn
Well I feel like a shell
Of a girl I knew well
Of a girl who knew better
And who went through a lot
In pursuit of a dream
Of a world that was better
And she had a lot of armor
That made her heavy
That made her ugly to some
And she shed it in the water
When she was drowning
Hoping that someone would come
And they didn't
What a fucking
Prize for compromise
Oh Jessamyn
Jessamyn
Well we're too good at love
To question if we're good enough
And any time you have a doubt
You call me and I'll help you out
And I'll be there to make you laugh
And tell you babe that guy is trash
And I'll be on my way
We'll figure this out someday
Or at least we'll dull the pain
With good art and cheap champagne
Oh Jessamyn
Jessamyn
Oh my sweet Jessamyn
We are the saints
We are the martyrs
And the cross that we bear
Is doing the work
In the presence of others
And I'm sorry it's so hard
But maybe it's worth
Feeling exposed and confused
And I'm not exactly sure
What it's all for
But I'm glad I can share it with you
Because you're the shit
I'm the shit
We're the shit
Fuck this shit
Oh Jessamyn
Jessamyn
Oh my sweet Jessamyn
You can give me a call
Anytime you like
We're gonna be ok
We're sick of men
We're sick of all of them
And we chat on the phone
Like we did back in school
Nothing's changed they still drool
Nothing's changed you still rule
And I'm sorry we
Seem to both need
Help believing in ourselves
And I'm sorry we both have felt
Like we can't be held
Unless we are less
Like ourselves
'Cause that's bullshit
You're the shit
I'm the shit
Fuck this shit
Oh Jessamyn
Jessamyn
Well I feel like a shell
Of a girl I knew well
Of a girl who knew better
And who went through a lot
In pursuit of a dream
Of a world that was better
And she had a lot of armor
That made her heavy
That made her ugly to some
And she shed it in the water
When she was drowning
Hoping that someone would come
And they didn't
What a fucking
Prize for compromise
Oh Jessamyn
Jessamyn
Well we're too good at love
To question if we're good enough
And any time you have a doubt
You call me and I'll help you out
And I'll be there to make you laugh
And tell you babe that guy is trash
And I'll be on my way
We'll figure this out someday
Or at least we'll dull the pain
With good art and cheap champagne
Oh Jessamyn
Jessamyn
Oh my sweet Jessamyn
We are the saints
We are the martyrs
And the cross that we bear
Is doing the work
In the presence of others
And I'm sorry it's so hard
But maybe it's worth
Feeling exposed and confused
And I'm not exactly sure
What it's all for
But I'm glad I can share it with you
Because you're the shit
I'm the shit
We're the shit
Fuck this shit
Oh Jessamyn
Jessamyn
Oh my sweet Jessamyn
You can give me a call
Anytime you like
We're gonna be ok
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