Opinions are like assholes, Your Honor. Everybody's got one.
— I was only going to say that Sybil is entitled to her opinions.
— No, she isn't until she is married, then her husband will tell her what her opinions are.
— What's going on?
— They're forcing me into a morning coat.
— He has no say in it?
— No, he doesn't. And nor do you.
'Cause once all we wanted seemed so far away
But with everystep it was closer each day
The more that we tried it was within our grasp
The more that they told us that it wouldn't last
And everyone said we were crazy for giving up everything
People rely too much on their eyes, insisting that what cannot be seen must not exist.
You tell me to quiet down cause
My opinions make me less beautiful
But i was not made with a fire in my belly
So i could be put out
I was not made with a lightness on my tongue
So i could be easy to swallow
I was made heavy
Half blade and half silk
Difficult to forget and not easy
For the mind to follow