Oh Andrew Jackson
Oh Andrew Jackson
Oh Andrew Jackson
Oh Andrew Jackson
Oh Andrew Jackson
Oh Andrew Jackson
Oh Andrew Jackson
I think you might be the most beautiful woman I've ever seen
My name is Rachel
A wise woman once wrote
That illness is not metaphor
So why do I feel sick when I look at you?
There is this illness in me and I need
To get it out
So when I bleed
It's not blood it's a metaphor for love
These aren't veins just the beating of my heart
This fever isn't real
It represents how I feel
My pain transformed into art
If you feel like you might throw up
Well that's a metaphor for how I feel
When I dream of you
Bathed in your metaphorical blood
And when the doctor says your gonna to make it
I tell him why I'm able to take
It's not blood it's a metaphor for love
These aren't veins just the beating of my heart
This fever isn't real it represents how I feel
My pain transformed into art
My pain transformed into art
But Susan Sontag's dead
So I guess her cancer wasn't metaphorical after all

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