[Starfish (Level Me)] So you wanted truth? Well, you can't afford it.| He was a B-star, she was a sea-star; He said, "I got your name stuck under my tongue." She said, "Every time you talk, I only heard a mess." So I made emotion out of the evidence; but I got your blood on my Sunday best, your sins twist underneath my chest; we've called it love and we've called it stress but either way, honey, you left me blessed. | You sang "Starfish and Coffee"— now everybody wants a piece, but everybody also wants a precious little wound to prove they aren't the beast. I said, "Don't touch me, don't hug me, don't fix me, don't tell me who I am, just tell me who's the man!" | Level me! take your little level to my head and see If I'm so fuh-in' broken why do I still dream? You want the truth? Get underneath. Measure me! Put your little ruler on my throat and see If I'm so fuh-in' broken why's my heart still beat? You want the story? Get on your knees. | I slept through the fire, woke up in the smoke, Everybody said I had it down to a shot, But I turned the joke into a stroke. I loved you like I got an open habit. Held you close when the damage got bad and You said, "Baby you're the crazy one," Yeah, maybe, but who taught me how I was wrung? | I got a polaroid of an empty head, But it's full of ghosts, and it's home 'cause I Fuh-in' liv in it. You call it history, what I call rent. You call it inheritance, what I call intent, And every time I say I'm fine, Something inside me moves the line, And every time I swear I know, My reflection in the mirror says, "No. No. No." | Level me! Post your little level in my mind and see If I'm so fuh-in' broken why do I still think? You want the truth? Get underneath. Measure me! Hold your little ruler to my throat and see If I'm so fuh-in' broken why do I still bleed? You want the story? Get on your knees. | I measured the distance between our eyes: Seven inches, seven years, two thousand little lies. I measured the pressure until the glass turned red hot. I measured the future, I measured the past, I measured the change. Cute little trap, cute little trick. You think you're the witness, but baby you must be crazy—you're the crime scene, You think you're the author, but look who's on the last page, It's me! I said "Love me, hate me, name me, blame me, make me, break me, shame me, save me, same me, nevermind me, No." I am not the thing they did to me, You are not the thing they did to you, We're all the fuh-in' residue! | So here's to the body count told through the years, To ones we called lovers and to the few we feared, To ones in pictures staring off to the side, To ones we kept carrying long after they died, Here's to the future we swore we could save, Here's to the kids who grew up but forgot how to play, Here's to the writer who finally felt bored, Here's to the door that won't open—I don't need it to anymore! | You sang Blue Eyes' "Summer Wind" now everybody wants their peace, but everybody also wants a pretty little weapon to show they aren't the least. I said, "Don't touch me, try an' fix me, don't tell me who I am, just tell me who's the man!" | Measure me! Lift your little ruler to my throat and see If I'm so fuh-in' broken why do I still need? You want the truth? Get underneath. Level me! Take your little level to my head and see If I'm so fuh-in' broken why do I still write? You want the story? Get up and fight for it. | Level me! Strip the whole cathedral down to stud and beam—If you want your fuh-in' truth, Measure me! Nothin stays sacred when you deconstruct the scenes, but the wire was never a guide, it was only structure under the line. | I said, "Good work, Starfish, But leave it for the Summer Wind." Red light, green light, nobody's comin' Red wire, green wire, nobody's lookin' Red light, green light, nobody's comin' Red wire, green wire, nobody's lookin' for me So I cross, I cross, And the city street moves like waves. Level me like the sea. Level me like the sea. Level me.
