My arm was so pale it was so white
And I looked at it and it was so white and pale
Disposable, the razor caught the light
Through my bedroom window blew a purple gale
The light, disposable, caught the razor
The hurricane outside died down
I was a teenager having a phase, or
My bad hair day made me break down.
A disposable teenager, I felt fucked up
My hair a mess, my face ugly as sin
Amazed, I held the razor up
And chucked my personality in the bin.
Amazing, the razor glided round the room
Disposable, my inner life grimaced
Moist, under the sky I saw the moon
With a grin upon her face.
The moon, wrapped in the sky dripped with sweat
Smiling at the levitating blade
And the ditzy little stars made bets
On whether or not I felt afraid.