i thought i told you once
to livaggie
i thought i said, to get up out of the mud
and be maggie
i thought i told you once
to livaggie
i thought i said just be yourself
true to yourself
and be mad and an aggie
livlucie
try your hand at a truce you see
be a foul that’s a liar
a foul that’s full of herself
a foul that’s a fool in love
with herself
live like lucie
live like maggie
but don’t call it a truce see
like livie
live unlike her
the girl who slays
as part of her day
and dies by gunshot
as part of her night
and we all stop counting
the days
that we wondered if she was alright
because she’s not alright
we all knew she wasn’t alright
she just pretended
and lived happily ended
and lived like livie
but livlucie
just couldn’t do it either
she wanted the whole ass town
the whole ass knight
and she only died
holding her chalice in the night
and we all said:
livluciee or livaggie
i will choose to live like maggie
until the end of her days
she wanted to play
she chose the hook
line and sinker–
and all of her ways
were winners
so live like maggie
a goddess of andromeda
a goddess that works hard at it
a goddess that believes in it
a beautiful specimen of truth
a goddess of youth
maggie.
but livaggie and livlucie
disagreed
livaggie chose to still worship
maggie
so livaggie, and worship your god.
or livlucie,
and worship your own odds
but don’t be another
because any other
will never be GOD.
so livlucie, livaggie
live maggie.
but don’t you dare
live for
yourself
don’t you dare
live like you’re
maggie
just because you’re
full of yourself.
livlucie
died in a truce see
she wanted to starve
and they wanted to harm
so she burnt herself up
in her barn
and the gunshot that took
dear livie
was her own device
when she traded her life
at the end
to pretend
that she
could possibly be
maggie.
in the end maggie remains
in the end all cannot remain the same
so livaggie
so maggie
can reign.
