Fiona Apple

I guess I just must be a daredevil
I don't feel anything until I smash it up
I'm caught on the cold, caught on the hot
Not so, with the warmer lot
And all I want's a confidant
To help me laugh it off
And don't let me ruin me
I may need a chaperone
Say I'm an airplane
And the gashes I got from my heartbreak
Make the slots and the flaps upon my wing
And I use 'em to give me lift
Hip-hip, for the lift
Hip-hip, for the drag
I want them all in my bag
Oh, give me anything, and I'll turn it into a gift
But don't let me ruin me