Worse

I know why Van Gogh cut off his ear
I hear what he didn’t want to hear
I’m so tired of you guys telling me
that I’m running out of time
and when I ask for what I want,
you act like it’s a crime
Don’t tell me I’ll get better if I struggle and rehearse
I wanna be worse
I wanna be worse

When you say you love me, what does that mean?
Are we talking holy or simply obscene?
I wanna dress up in black leather
and make my hair stand up on end
I wanna know I broke your heart
and then break it again
I wanna change your definition
of what’s evil and perverse
I wanna be worse
I wanna be worse

Older, richer, thinner, wiser
here is what I would advise her
Don’t listen to what they say
It’s easy to forget your mad
when you get this good at feeling bad
but bad’s not good enough for a woman today
I wanna’ be worse

If Mr. Van Gogh were with us today
maybe he would have something different to say
Would he use those brilliant colors
to express the usual rage
or would he turn on his computer
and embrace his middle age?
I don’t wanna’ be famous
I don’t wanna be first
I wanna be worse