object

I am an object to be acted upon
I learned this the night we passed out on the lawn
You told me that you loved me in the cold light of dawn
Because I am an object to be acted upon

I lost my soul in Georgia on a midnight train
To a boy who told riddles and would never speak plain
He tried to make his mark, but left only a stain
I lost my soul in Georgia on a midnight train

All I have left is a handle of jack and some cigarettes
All I need is a jagged edge and someplace to bleed
A death that’s quiet, peaceful and discreet
That’s all that’s left for a girl like me

I lost my heart in Portland to Lili Marlene
She refused my offer, but accepted the blame
Ever since that night, I’ve felt nothing but shame
I lost my heart in Portland to Lili Marlene

I lost my will to live in the back of a car
I guess that dress wasn’t meant for that bar
He got what he wanted because I couldn’t get far
I lost my will to live in the back of a car

All I have left is a handle of jack and some cigarettes
All I need is a jagged edge and someplace to bleed
A death that’s quiet, peaceful and discreet
That’s all that’s left for a girl like me

I am an object to be acted upon
I learned this the night we passed out on the lawn
you said you loved me in the cold light of dawn
but I am not a person
just an object
to be acted upon

I wrote this song after a shitty night when I just felt terrible about myself. I was feeling used, unwanted, unloved, unappreciated--like a dancing bear with a chain around my neck. Really, quite a melodramatic evening. It's completely true emotionally, but not autobiographically.