Am I Alice Yet?

[Verse 1] Cracked porcelain smile, little bite marks on my tongue Bo in my hair, look what a mess I’ve become I twirl my spoon and watch the ceiling sway The tea went cold sometime around yesterday There goes the handle, there goes the floor I’ve seen that trick a hundred times before One little fracture, then another appears Well, nothing lasts forever, darling, cheers [Pre-Chorus] The table has a wobble, the teapot has a crack My chair keeps finding reasons not to hold me back Sugar on the saucer, blood beneath the lace I dab it with a napkin and put on a prettier face [Chorus] Round and round the table, pull the cloth, let’s spin again Teacups in the air and ribbons in my hair Little silver spoon, little crooked grin The room is getting smaller and I’m letting myself in China on the carpet, tea beneath the chair Someone ought to stop me — funny, no one’s there Sip, sip, tip— Am I Alice yet? [Verse 2] Careful with the cracks, they open underneath I step around the warning signs and grind them with my feet Butterfly wings pressed flat inside a book Funny how the prettiest things don't survive a second look “Off with my head”—I rather like the sound The Queen has lost her temper and I’ve lost what I’ve found The rabbit’s late again, the clock is running wild I put my finger to the glass and grin like a child [Pre-Chorus] Teacup tipping, silver spinning, sugar on the floor Something here is terribly wrong — so naturally, encore The wallpaper is breathing, the hallway’s much too long I sing a little louder when I can’t remember the song [Chorus] Round and round the table, pull the cloth, let’s spin again Teacups in the air and ribbons in my hair Little silver spoon, little crooked grin The room is getting smaller and I’m letting myself in China on the carpet, tea beneath the chair Someone ought to stop me — funny, no one’s there Sip, sip, tip— Am I Alice yet? [Verse 3] Salt inside the sugar bowl, a card beneath my sleeve Three black roses in a row, how nice of them to bloom The Cheshire cat is missing, somebody stole his smile I’ve been walking in a circle for a very long while There’s a little door beneath the wallpaper Painted red, with peeling gold I remember finding it I don't remember getting old I turn the knob The hinges sing The room goes dark I start to grin [Bridge] Pour another, darling, mind the cup Fill it to the little painted line Leave the bitter at the bottom Stir it up and call it fine Round the table, round the room Round the thought I can’t outrun Every road becomes a circle Every ending starts another one The Queen is screaming somewhere The rabbit’s lost his watch I’m sitting here applauding While the whole thing comes apart [Final Chorus] Round and round the table, pull the cloth, let’s spin again Teacups in the air and ribbons in my hair Little silver spoon, little crooked grin The room is getting smaller and I’m letting myself in China on the carpet, tea beneath the chair Nobody is coming — I suppose they never were Sip, sip, tip— Am I Alice yet? [Outro] Cracked little cup Crooked little grin Pull the tablecloth Let the whole thing spin Sip, sip, tip— Am I Alice yet?