Century of the Self

Take what you want, take what you need
Show me your truth 'if it hurts
Let's see your dirty laundry, flash me your teeth
Trample on the name that you cursed
Call me everything under the sun
Your century of the self has begun

Christmas and Coldplay, kisses and foreplay
I miss all the stuff that was ours
Sometimes it seems about time to put an end to this nonsense
And beg you to come back home to me
And home doesn't have to be that old house
And marriage isn't always the same old vows

Well she came out of nowhere, voluptuous and heavenly
Her breasts singing songs of freedom
But what was her name now - Amelia, Amalia, Emily?
She let me feel it all in her arms
Tenderness then emptiness
We were meeting in the middle of a mess

I drink to your health and to the century of the self
I'll wait for the warmth of our sad old hearts to melt
The ice from the cold window panes
Til whenever

Now she's long gone and everything's as it should be
I wanted her to stay and go away
I think we had some mutual healing, open, revealing
Our souls on the wing through the day
And egos asleep for the night
The century of the self was alright