Belle

"Is it wicked not to care when they say that you're mistaken

Thinking hopes and lots of dreams that aren't there?

Is it wicked not to care when you've wasted many hours

Talking endlessly to anyone that's there?
I know the truth awaits me But still I hesitate because of fear
Skipping tickets making rhymes

Is that all that you believe in?

Wearing rags to make you pretty by design Rusting armour for effect

It's not fun to watch the rust grow

For it will all be over when you're dead"

Belle and Sebastian