Dear Amanda Palmer

My Dear Amanda,

She watches her dreams unravel in front of her,
Her ideas, her framework, her plan all unravelling, too.
But Amanda, it was you.
What now am I to do with my life?

On one side of the globe there is a girl.
It is me, and I'm tired,
But wired awake because I'm finally inspired,
Once again.

And on the other side of the globe there is a girl.
And it is you. And she is tired,
But wired awake because she has already been hired,
By the zoo.

You animal, you.

I don't know what they're telling ya',
Those people there inside that zoo,
But you're wounded,
And they can't cure it.

There is no cure for you.
You are so beautifully flawed that not even death could harm you.
Remedied, you're no good to me Amanda.
She keeps on doing what she does because...
Well, enough of because.

Don't be afraid, Amanda.
You don't have to rhyme all the time.
Don't feel your writing is going to suffer,
Because you're happy.

You're happy, (you might be) you're happier than me,
You're happy, (you might be happy) you're doing more than I am,
You're living the dream,
So don't seem... so, so sad.

A person bare-faced will tell you a lie,
But a person in a mask will be truthful.
I've got something to say,
If you want the advice;
Mask or no mask the truth,
Is in the eyes.
And you can't put a mask over dead eyes,
Or else you find yourself blinded.
And blind people are easy,
They're easy to see.
And you are not one of them,
Not entirely.

Don't feel alone, Amanda.
Don't be too sensitive to the light.
I'm not going to say to stop what you're doing,
You make your choices just fine, girl.

I understand.

I don't do this for you,
But I would be your muse,
You are not as mad as you may seem.
You are not as sad as you may be.

You are not your Mom.
You are not your Dad.
You are not your body.

Don't be hard on yourself, dear Amanda,
You are beautifully flawed.
Just think of all the blind, and the fragile,
The impressionable.

My dear girl,
It appears that,
You are like God!

fin.