Anny Celsi: Music
Empty Hangers
Every girl deserves a nervous breakdown
Don’t you think that she’s got what it takes
Would you listen if she told you she was just about to fold
From holding that basket of snakes
Any clock can lose a couple seconds
No her timing’s never good enough
If you want exact amounts, someone else will have to count
Cause she can’t keep track of that stuff
Sometimes she feels like
A closet full of empty hangers
A nest of black and twisted wire
At any moment tied and tangled
She’ll come crashing to the floor
Every rookie feels a little awkward
Would you say she catches like a girl
Round her head the pitches fly, she just lets them all go by
She can’t keep up in this world
Sometimes she feels like
A closet full of empty hangers
A nest of black and twisted wire
At any moment tied and tangled
She’ll come crashing to the floor
She hides a heart as soft as motel soap
She glides through hands as rough as hangman’s rope
She slides forever further down the slope
Sometimes she feels like
A closet full of empty hangers
With all her finery on the floor
A crash of color round her ankles
She can’t wear those things no more
Every girl deserves a nervous breakdown…