Fiona Apple

You didn't see my valentine
I sent it via pantomime
While you were watching someone else
I stared at you and cut myself
It's all I'll do 'cause I'm not free
A fugitive, too dull too flee
I'm amorous but out of reach
A still-life drawing of a peach
I'm a tulip in a cup
I stand no chance of growing up
I've made my peace, I'm dead, I'm done
I watch you live to have my fun
I root for you, I love you
You, you, you, you
I root for you, I love you
You, you, you,, you