I can tell when I've gone into this mode
By the way I put plastic ware in the dishwasher,
And can't seem to bring myself to throw away the twistie ties from bread sacks.
And I don't worry much about a glass ceiling
Or glass walls
Because I'm not one to throw rocks,
But I'm trying to save the world
One glass heart at a time,
And that can be dangerous.

And when my idealistic nature gets the best of me,
And I see how much world is left
And how little time there is,
It points glaringly to my lack of success
And leaves me blue,
And singing sad songs to myself.
You're no good, you're no good, you're no good...
Baby, you're no good.

-jenn