They asked for more What do you think this fan club is for? I slithered up each rose corridor I kept a warm, safe place at my core Before I lost it They asked fo blood What do you think this woman is made of? I stuck a small, thin pin in my thumb They dreamt a low, long line to be crossed And I crossed it I'm alive, But a different kind of alive Than the way I used to be I retire To a split white smile to be seen In some old stag magazine And these girl's eyes When they were roughly wrenched open, I Could see a starry stair up your thigh You hid behind your hair Oh, but I saw you smiling While all these guys All these curious sets of eyes Safe behind a TV screen I let them pry Pick apart and hang up to dry Almost every piece of me (If you don't love me, I'm sorry) Oh, what a trip Oh, what a shimmering silver ship Oh, what a hot half-life I half-lived And the stripes and stars, How they stripped Off of the siding When my life ripped Off from the part that played as a kid Into the part that blazed through your lids To find a warm, safe place And to sit curled up inside it So here's goodbye From the part that's staying behind To the part that has to leave To the sublime Lips that were never spoiled by a line To the face inside of the beam Who wasn't me