Oh Well - Fiona Apple

What you did to me made me see myself

Something different

And though I try to talk sense to myself

But I just won’t listen

Won’t you go away, turn yourself in

You’re no good at confession

Before the image that you burned me in

Tries to teach you a lesson

What you did to me made me see myself

Something awful

A voice once stentorian is now again

Meek and muffled

It took me such a long time to get back up

The first time you did it

I spent all I had to get it back, and now it seems

I’ve been out-bidded

My peace and quiet was stolen from me

When I was looking with calm affection

You were searching out my imperfections

What wasted unconditional love

On somebody

Who doesn’t believe in the stuff

You came upon me like a hypnic jerk

When I was just about settled

And when it counts, you recoil with a cryptic word

And leave a love belittled

Oh what a cold and common old way to go

When I was feeding on the need for you to know me

Devastated at the rate you fell below me

What wasted unconditional love

On somebody

Who doesn’t believe in the stuff

Oh, well