God damn it
I’m Scarlet fucking O’Hara
Didn’t think it would feel like this
is this what I wanted all along?
I wanted someone to call me baby not darling, with a sneer
then it started dawning on me
It came a little too little
A little too late
And then dawn shined down on me some more
Thank god for that nearly endless ball of burning helium
And the way it touched my mind
And I realized it’s true
You’re not my Rhett Butler
Though there might be a little of Scarlett in me,
There’s a little bit more of me
That gave me hope
Not to mope
It’s a better isotope this way
the way I see it now,
Anyway.
It’s not too little
And it’s not too late.