The wind's a blowing, and we're filled with knowing, that this is all a mess. Let's confess to this duress.
Let's undress this distress, take off these clothes, counterfeit, that have never really quite fit.
Let's unzip these skins that stuff us in. And magick up some scales, tails, and fins.
Let's swim! Deep into the drama; let's remember Mama. Let's drown ourselves in drink, and give it all a think. Let's forget about our daddy; give him a little shrink. Let's drug ourselves, gladly. We need love so badly. Let's be each other's parents who parented so madly.
Pop a pill, then chill. Listen up, for real. We're floating and gloating, binging, purging, and bloating. We're three hurricanes contained in our glass-bottom boating. The wind's howling and the waves are yowling. Let's swirl around in a deadly compound.
We were three sissies, afraid to tell. Our lips flipped, unequipped and locked up, blocked up in a cell. Ah, fuck it! Let's just chuck it! And reminisce a bit. They can just suck it! Let's commiserate until we're sated.
Happiness is telling our old stories, the old gories, the not many glories. Except for the gaslights lighting up our nights: sneaking in snowball fights, healing from puppy dog bites, wearing ballerina tights, gazing at starlights, finger-painting on living room walls, strolling our babies down the halls, playing Barbies and G.I. Joe k-i-s-s-i-n-g in the tree, having teacup birthday parties with all of our lovies, swinging on swings in the backyard twilight, yelling at the moon with all our might, riding ferris wheels and scarfing down funnel cakes, going downhill as fast as we can on bikes with no brakes.
These made us feel we were alright... These memories blew away in the breeze once we realized the depth of the disease. Dysfunctional was functioning at its very best. Our hearts raced and pounded scarily inside our chest.
Then the anger released its rage, we're in danger! The tigers are let out of the cage: Pulling friends down hallways by hair, Dissing and hissing at each other's flair, scratching and biting each other's skin bare, making fun of permed and badly-cut hair, getting braces on our faces calling each other ugly in all kinds of places.
The rain's a pouring, and our Daddy's snoring, but only until 3. Mommy, help me! Can't you even see?
It's so boring! Says, Mom, abhorring, You're whoring! Get over it, girls! Don't make your straight hair turn into curls! I'll never admit that I was unfit!
We grew up but things just got weirder. Our repressed depressions didn't make things clearer: burying baby blankets in closets of college. having perfectionism and panic attacks hid all of our knowledge. fucking guys, random with wreckless abandon, getting drunk into our late twenties still trying to erase Pittsburgh, Clearwater, and the Alleghenies.. loving and hating each other the most because what happened to us was so gross.
But, let's rewrite this code: Staying strong, righting all the wrong. forming a bond we'll always consider fond.
Family: us, three! Sisters forever, nothing that terrible could ever sever.
We can't let them win or get under our skin, our scales, our fins... Let's just stay together, forever, and swim.
Fangs out, Bangs out, Sucking the blood out of all the doubt. Becoming monsters but no longer victims Sirens enticing others to us with our dictums.
Changing our history Making a new mystery out of our bewitchery.
