The song belongs to Alanis. Julie belongs to Disney.
Twins. That's all most people see when they look my twin sister, Jamie Gaffney and me. They see two people, same gender, similar hair color, matching eye color, equal height and weight. Then they immediately assume we have identical personalities. Just because we were born to the same mother and the same father on the same day within the same ten minutes at the same hospital in the same room we must get along and be inseparable. When in truth I don't think we've ever gotten along. In truth I hardly know her. One thing I do know is that we are constantly fighting to be the best Gaffney daughter. Never stopping in our competition, I beat her in hockey and she won out in soccer. Both of us goalies, both of us equally beat up at the end of a game. We step on each other to get we want then we then we show off our scars. Its sad that not only our we doing it but, we have people all over the world cheering for us to dig a little deeper and hurt a little more. The only thing we have in common any more is the fact that we're both Female.
One day I was walking down the street and saw another set of twins. They were getting along, laughing and giggling like best friends do, Just like I and Connie have many times. These twins were grinning wildly when one recited "one for all," and her twin finished her sentence "and all for one". Jamie and me were never like that. We considered getting close to each other like that week. After all, weren't Her and me enemies? Competition? The simple answer is yes. and will always be.
You and me we're cut from the same cloth
It seems to some we famously get along
But you and me are strangers to each other
Cuz you and me: competitive to the bone
Such tragedy to trample on each other with how much we've endured
With the state this land is in
You and me feel joined only by gender
We are not all for one and one for all
"Sister blister" Jamie sneered at me as I passed her. I just stuck my tongue out, immature but that was the only thing I could think of that particular four AM. That's when my flight from Minnesota came in .She could be a pain in this and I could be to if I weren't so sleep deprived. She just rolled her eyes. While our older brothers, Matt and Luke laughed. This pleased them it always had. We fight 95% of the time because we know if we win enough times, our brothers will accept us as 'one of the guys', and we wanted that. We always wanted what one of us couldn't have. They enjoy us stepping on each other to get where we want. They want us to fight to be one of them. We have to beg to be in the club they were born to. Easily into the club of boys. All we want is acceptance; all we want is to be let in.
Sister blister we fight to please the brothers
We think their acceptance is how we win
They're happy we're climbing over each other
To beg the club of boys to let us in
Our Mother and Father were always working, providing the money to get us the best. But they never knew us, me and my sister that is. Besides that I went to Eden Hall with the ducks for hockey in Minnesota, while Jamie went with her team the Hawks to play soccer at Anne Morgans a prep school in California. Sometimes in the small of the night I feel helpless. I know she feels it to. It's because at the end of the day, we have no one to talk to. If I had a different face and different skin I wouldn't be so helpless to connect with her. We could've been best friends.
The next morning I needed a friend. I decided wear my ducks jersey, the denim jacket the bash brothers got me and the denim skirt Connie bought me.
"Hey Jules." Luke said looking up from his bowl of cheerio's. When he did so he dropped his spoon.
"Hey Matt! Come look at this, Julie actually looks like a girl." He called. Matt walked into the room.
"Wow, could this mean she's going to act like a girl to? Jaime will be competition less." Matt said.
"Please Jaime is not competition Matt." I tell him rolling my eyes.
"Well if she's no competition then why don't you prove it?" Luke challenged.
"In front of everyone. At the goalie met that we go to" Matt said. I nodded any time I got to show my sister up was a good time. When I got up to my room I thought about it. We all ready established I was just as good if not better than she was but those were just stupid games in the back yard. She had tons of friends that went to the met every year. She informed the entire family that her entire soccer would be there. If I bet her in front of her hockey. scratch that she plays soccer not hockey. Suddenly I realized how I would feel if she did that to me in front of the ducks. Should I really hurt her like that? I mean I know no matter what I'll be competing against her, just not in the public eye. We reject each other to see who can go farther. I know we push each other away just to prove our selves independent, just to prove our selves strong we are. But really were clinging to each other, to our acts of hatred just so were not alone. I can figure it out. We are running on our lack of compassion for each other.
You and me estranged from the mother
You and me have felt impotent in our skin
You and me have taken it out on each other You and me disloyal to the feminine
Such a pity to disavow each other with how far we've come
With how strong we've been
You and me are on this pendulum together
You and me with scarcity still fueling
I sighed. I thought about just how many times she's called me sister blister, which is more then I can count. If I do this Matt and Lucas will be happy and I'll finally be accepted. They love to see us grind each other face in the dirt as we fight to be let in. I have finally made it I got accepted. I can finally say I'm better and leave Jaime out. I've been waning this forever but, I cant bring myself to do it.
Sister blister we fight to please the brothers We think their acceptance is how we win They're happy we're climbing over each other To beg the club of boys to let us in
So what if her sports soccer and mine is hockey? Who cares If we never get along? Who cares if we would have both been better off boys? But should I really use these as basis for humiliation? I mean I cant just take the rug from under her. But she made it harder for me not to. She's made my life a living hell. Suddenly My thoughts were broken by Jaime.
"Julie?" She said entering my room.
"Yea, sister blister." I retort, getting a small laugh from her.
"Um Julie. I." With that she just hugged me. I don't think we've ever made contact of any sort with out one (or both) of us winding up hurt. We forgot how hard it was to be alone, to be separated.but not to be strong.
"In it together?" I ask her.
"Totally." She said smiling.
We may not have priorities same
We may not even like each other
We may not be hugely anti-men
But such a cost to dishonor a sister
You and me have made it harder for the other
We forget how hard separatism has been
You and me we can help change their minds together
You and me in alignment until the end
Jamie and I walked into the room together.
"Luke?" Jaime called.
"Matt?" I mimicked. The two boys emerged. Staring at us.
"We have decided," I started.
"We are no longer are gonna fight to make you laugh. We aren't." Jamie said.
"Gonna fight to be one of the guys. You were," I stated
"Proud to see us stepping on each other to get what we want. Because, " Jaime said.
"We were stupid enough to want to be in the club of boys." I told them and with that the two of us left them there. Together, but no less stronger. Flabbergasted that we could get along, yet alone finish each others thoughts.. We wont tell them we practiced.
Sister blister we fight to please the brothers
We think their acceptance is how we win
They're happy we're climbing over each other
To beg the club of boys to let us in
Twins. That's all most people see when they look my twin sister, Jamie Gaffney and me. They see two people, same gender, similar hair color, matching eye color, equal height and weight. Then they immediately assume we have identical personalities. Just because we were born to the same mother and the same father on the same day within the same ten minutes at the same hospital in the same room we must get along and be inseparable. When in truth I don't think we've ever gotten along. In truth I hardly know her. One thing I do know is that we are constantly fighting to be the best Gaffney daughter. Never stopping in our competition, I beat her in hockey and she won out in soccer. Both of us goalies, both of us equally beat up at the end of a game. We step on each other to get we want then we then we show off our scars. Its sad that not only our we doing it but, we have people all over the world cheering for us to dig a little deeper and hurt a little more. The only thing we have in common any more is the fact that we're both Female.
One day I was walking down the street and saw another set of twins. They were getting along, laughing and giggling like best friends do, Just like I and Connie have many times. These twins were grinning wildly when one recited "one for all," and her twin finished her sentence "and all for one". Jamie and me were never like that. We considered getting close to each other like that week. After all, weren't Her and me enemies? Competition? The simple answer is yes. and will always be.
You and me we're cut from the same cloth
It seems to some we famously get along
But you and me are strangers to each other
Cuz you and me: competitive to the bone
Such tragedy to trample on each other with how much we've endured
With the state this land is in
You and me feel joined only by gender
We are not all for one and one for all
"Sister blister" Jamie sneered at me as I passed her. I just stuck my tongue out, immature but that was the only thing I could think of that particular four AM. That's when my flight from Minnesota came in .She could be a pain in this and I could be to if I weren't so sleep deprived. She just rolled her eyes. While our older brothers, Matt and Luke laughed. This pleased them it always had. We fight 95% of the time because we know if we win enough times, our brothers will accept us as 'one of the guys', and we wanted that. We always wanted what one of us couldn't have. They enjoy us stepping on each other to get where we want. They want us to fight to be one of them. We have to beg to be in the club they were born to. Easily into the club of boys. All we want is acceptance; all we want is to be let in.
Sister blister we fight to please the brothers
We think their acceptance is how we win
They're happy we're climbing over each other
To beg the club of boys to let us in
Our Mother and Father were always working, providing the money to get us the best. But they never knew us, me and my sister that is. Besides that I went to Eden Hall with the ducks for hockey in Minnesota, while Jamie went with her team the Hawks to play soccer at Anne Morgans a prep school in California. Sometimes in the small of the night I feel helpless. I know she feels it to. It's because at the end of the day, we have no one to talk to. If I had a different face and different skin I wouldn't be so helpless to connect with her. We could've been best friends.
The next morning I needed a friend. I decided wear my ducks jersey, the denim jacket the bash brothers got me and the denim skirt Connie bought me.
"Hey Jules." Luke said looking up from his bowl of cheerio's. When he did so he dropped his spoon.
"Hey Matt! Come look at this, Julie actually looks like a girl." He called. Matt walked into the room.
"Wow, could this mean she's going to act like a girl to? Jaime will be competition less." Matt said.
"Please Jaime is not competition Matt." I tell him rolling my eyes.
"Well if she's no competition then why don't you prove it?" Luke challenged.
"In front of everyone. At the goalie met that we go to" Matt said. I nodded any time I got to show my sister up was a good time. When I got up to my room I thought about it. We all ready established I was just as good if not better than she was but those were just stupid games in the back yard. She had tons of friends that went to the met every year. She informed the entire family that her entire soccer would be there. If I bet her in front of her hockey. scratch that she plays soccer not hockey. Suddenly I realized how I would feel if she did that to me in front of the ducks. Should I really hurt her like that? I mean I know no matter what I'll be competing against her, just not in the public eye. We reject each other to see who can go farther. I know we push each other away just to prove our selves independent, just to prove our selves strong we are. But really were clinging to each other, to our acts of hatred just so were not alone. I can figure it out. We are running on our lack of compassion for each other.
You and me estranged from the mother
You and me have felt impotent in our skin
You and me have taken it out on each other You and me disloyal to the feminine
Such a pity to disavow each other with how far we've come
With how strong we've been
You and me are on this pendulum together
You and me with scarcity still fueling
I sighed. I thought about just how many times she's called me sister blister, which is more then I can count. If I do this Matt and Lucas will be happy and I'll finally be accepted. They love to see us grind each other face in the dirt as we fight to be let in. I have finally made it I got accepted. I can finally say I'm better and leave Jaime out. I've been waning this forever but, I cant bring myself to do it.
Sister blister we fight to please the brothers We think their acceptance is how we win They're happy we're climbing over each other To beg the club of boys to let us in
So what if her sports soccer and mine is hockey? Who cares If we never get along? Who cares if we would have both been better off boys? But should I really use these as basis for humiliation? I mean I cant just take the rug from under her. But she made it harder for me not to. She's made my life a living hell. Suddenly My thoughts were broken by Jaime.
"Julie?" She said entering my room.
"Yea, sister blister." I retort, getting a small laugh from her.
"Um Julie. I." With that she just hugged me. I don't think we've ever made contact of any sort with out one (or both) of us winding up hurt. We forgot how hard it was to be alone, to be separated.but not to be strong.
"In it together?" I ask her.
"Totally." She said smiling.
We may not have priorities same
We may not even like each other
We may not be hugely anti-men
But such a cost to dishonor a sister
You and me have made it harder for the other
We forget how hard separatism has been
You and me we can help change their minds together
You and me in alignment until the end
Jamie and I walked into the room together.
"Luke?" Jaime called.
"Matt?" I mimicked. The two boys emerged. Staring at us.
"We have decided," I started.
"We are no longer are gonna fight to make you laugh. We aren't." Jamie said.
"Gonna fight to be one of the guys. You were," I stated
"Proud to see us stepping on each other to get what we want. Because, " Jaime said.
"We were stupid enough to want to be in the club of boys." I told them and with that the two of us left them there. Together, but no less stronger. Flabbergasted that we could get along, yet alone finish each others thoughts.. We wont tell them we practiced.
Sister blister we fight to please the brothers
We think their acceptance is how we win
They're happy we're climbing over each other
To beg the club of boys to let us in