Oh Well — Fiona Apple

What you did to me made me See myself something different Though I try to talk sense to myself But I just won't listen

Won't you go away Turned 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 somethin' awful A voice once stentorian is now again weak 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 outbidded

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 up on me like a hipnik jerk When I was just about settled And when it counts you recoil With the cryptic word and leave a love belittled

Oh what a cold and a common old way to go I was feeding on the need for you to know me Devastated off the rage you found below me

What wasted unconditional love On somebody Who doesn't believe in this life

Oh well