Besedila:
Alanis Morissette So Called Chaos

I can be an asshole of the grandest kind I can withhold like it's going out of style I can be the moodiest baby and you've never met anyone Who is as

We share a culture, same vernacular Love of physical humor and time spent alone You with your penchant for spontaneous advents For sticky unrests be unearthed

through The only way we'll feel better The only way out is through ultimately We could just walk away and hide our hands in the sand We could just call

I rather face all on top of my face I am the perfect target screen For your blindly fueled rage I bare the brunt of your long buried pain I don't mind

Fourteen years, thirty minutes Fifteen seconds I've held this grudge Eleven songs, four full journals Thoughts of punishment I've expended Not in contact

get-to's by three Eleventh hours and upset employees I want to be naked, running through the streets I want to invite this so called chaos, that you

get-to's by three Eleventh hours and upset employees I want to be naked, running through the streets I want to invite this so called chaos, that you

: We share a culture same vernacular love of physical humor and time spent alone you with your penchant for spontaneous events for sticky and raspy,

: I rather face all on top of my face I am the perfect target screen For your blindly fueled rage I bare the brunt of your long buried pain I don