When the Hell Do I Begin?

I wonder where the morning goes, as I cling to the pillow of the course I chose
My emotions are raw, you might say new found
I must rule adrenaline before I expound
I need my strength, quiet though it may be, in preparation to meet the reborn me
My spirit will need to induce this birth, while I wave goodbye to contrived self-worth

You loved my thighs, I drank your wine
My life’s an unopened valentine
Tomorrow’s too long. Right now’s too fast. I must crave pain to have made this last
If class makes the woman, then I must be twins
When the Hell do I begin?

To keep my emergence in this world on hold, you tried to fit me in your mold
Instead of seeing in me you had feminine gold
Apparently, you can’t tell, 24 Karat from Fool’s Gold
Rather you excel, in pushing my life’s passions away
I don’t know your plot, but I know the twist, as my feelings search for an on/off switch Which at least, one of us, knows doesn’t exist

You loved my thighs, I drank your wine
My life’s an unopened valentine
Tomorrow’s too long. Right now’s too fast. I must crave pain to have made this last
If class makes the woman, then I must be twins
When the Hell do I begin?
When the Hell do I begin?

Damn that snooze bar, it’s 11:22, half a day gone by, without telling you
That this picture is over, as I exit the show. I’m all out of Yes, and stocked up on no
The three magic letters that together spell FIN mean
This afternoon’s when I begin
This afternoon’s when I begin

You loved my thighs, I drank your wine. My life’s an unopened valentine
Tomorrow’s too long. Right now’s too fast. I must crave pain to have made this last
If class makes the woman, then I must be twins
Yeah, if class makes the woman, then I must be twins

This afternoon’s when I begin
Ooh, this afternoon’s when I begin
This afternoon’s when I begin