Tori Amos, Pandora’s Aquarium
From The Choirgirl Hotel (1998)
I’m not asking you to believe in me.
Boy I think you’re confused, I’m not Persephone.
Foam can be dangerous with tape across my mouth.
These things you do I never asked you how.
Line me up in single file with all your grievances.
Stare, but I can taste you’re still alive below the waste.
Ripples come and ripples go and ripple back to me? back to me?