I am nobody's heroin(e)

feeling triumphant hands buried in the sand and the sky sinks to the sea sinks in the hole my love and my friends are digging for no reason and for no reason i feel at peace and the water gossips but i can't make it out and i don't try

day sleeping seedy and dreaming about oak hallways and cars from the fifties and losing and loving and singing yawn it out and my hair cries for help

on the tv today they said beyonce is a size 8 now well i saw my body in the screen reflected and deflected the attack but still turned around three times before walking outside in my bathers (halter neck flattering cut sucking in hands over stomach modest apologetic mousy and pathetic) 

i'll be alright because i know i'll be alright because i do
i'll be alright because i know i'll be alright because i do
i'll be alright etc