If I Was an Object

If I was an object, I’d be nice and maroon,
Little do you know… I’ll be yours soon. (mm-hmm)
If I was an object, I’d be round, I’d be smooth,
So your lies could slide off me (slide right off)
I could just roll out of view. (easy… easy) 
Maybe then they’d like me, (maybe)
Maybe then they’d choose me, (choose me)
Maybe then they’d use me,(that’s the part)
Never have to lose me. (sure)
Mama, what did those boys mean? (tell me, Mama)
Am I meant to wait till their love comes through? (in due time?)
Will their love beam me up like a light, like a sign,(hallelujah)
Or am I just something you set on a shelf and call “fine”? (just “fine”…) 
If I was an object, they could put me on the shelf, (neat)
No mess, no surprise, no ache in my chest. (no fuss)
Easy to carry, easy to set down, (gentle)
Easy to “love” when it’s best. (when it’s convenient)
If I was an object, I’d be a spare key, (jingle-jangle)
So you could lock me out and still keep me. (isn’t that sweet?)
If I was an object, I’d be light as air, (barely there)
So when you drop me… I’m not really there. (no, no…) 
Mama, you cried when I told you I liked girls,
So if I was an object you could smash me to pearls. (pretty, right?)
Pretty little pieces, quiet little proof, (shh)
Something you can pocket, something you can smooth. (rub it out)
Papa, you burned my letter to soothe yourself, (for your nerves)
So if I was an object you could burn me,not just in your chest. (go on)
Would you have liked that? Would it make you feel better,(be honest)
If I was just matter… and not someone’s daughter? (mm…) 
Yeah… (yeah)
Wouldn’t that be tidy? (so tidy)
Wouldn’t that be simple? (so simple) 
But I’m not an object. I bruise, I bleed. (I do)
I laugh at the thought… then I shake in my sheets. (don’t look at me)
Maybe I’m asking too much, just to fit in your life, (too much?)
So I shrink to a “thing” and you call that “polite.” (polite…)
And maybe that’s funny in a sad little way, (real funny)
Who even thinks this… then thinks it all day? (all day long)
I try to be useful, I try to be small, (small…)
But even my silence still bothers you all. (still) 
If I was an object, I’d finally belong. (finally)
But I’m a person, so I’m “hard” all along,(so hard)
Hard to hold, hard to name, hard to keep in a box, (don’t try)
Hard to love like a lamp, like a chair, like a lock. (click…)
If I was an object… I’d finally be “good.” (good girl…)
But I’m a person. (I’m a person)
And I wish you understood. (mm… wish you would) 
If I was an object… (if I was…)
You’d call me “fine.” (fine, fine)
But I’m a person… (I’m here)
And I don’t disappear on time. (no…)