Fasten your lips to mine

Kiss me slow and deep

Like your trying to breathe life into me

Cause I've been so dead

All skin and bones waiting...

Waiting to become clay

Clay can be molded, shaped

There's so much I long to do with this shell

But I always end up so limited

Legs too short and lips too thin

Tell me!

Tell me!

Tell me something more than what a body can do

Praise more than it's function

Because I'm tired of being the funny girl

Degraded to the punchline


I'm not home right now

I'm lost

So lost in my head


The End

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