Doesn't Have To Make Sense - B-Side Version

I made a little diagram Of everything I felt Put labels on the ugly parts So somebody could help I softened every sentence Till it didn’t sound like pain I learned to make a weather report Out of standing in the rain And I know I get too careful I know I overstate I know I bring a paragraph To every open gate But I am tired of translation I am tired of being clear I am tired of shrinking down So the room can keep me here It doesn’t have to make sense To anybody but me I don’t owe you the map To the inside of me It doesn’t have to look right It doesn’t have to read clean I can be a whole disaster And still know what I mean I kept my anger housebroken I taught it how to sit I dressed it up in insight So nobody noticed it I made myself convenient I made the exit kind I let everybody leave With the better-looking side And I know I sound dramatic When I finally tell the truth But you should’ve heard the silence I had to swallow to be good I am done with being graceful I am done with being small I am done with making sense To people not listening at all [Chorus: louder, more urgent] It doesn’t have to make sense To anybody but me I don’t owe you the map To the inside of me It doesn’t have to look right It doesn’t have to read clean I can be a whole disaster And still know what I mean Might fuck around and realize I was never hard to read You just liked me better quiet You just liked me on my knees Might fuck around and realize I don’t need your certainty It doesn’t have to make sense To anybody but me It doesn’t have to make sense To anybody but me I don’t owe you the map To the inside of me It doesn’t have to look right It doesn’t have to read clean I can be a whole disaster And still know what I mean I can be a whole disaster And still know what I mean It doesn’t have to make sense To anybody but me