Sylvia your slippers are so sleek and pristine
I’m across the tupperware
Chugging some Listerine
Sweetie you’re just swell I commit this to memory
I am just an angel whose wings are too small to see
Is anyone else is anyone else
Sitting here?
I’m unconscious and all I want is something to fear
I’m a piece of my former self
Wrapped in a child’s clothes
Learning to count on all my toes
But we’re all made of atoms
So I guess that means Eve isn’t in us
Well that just goes to show
That sensitivity
No longer exists at all
I’m running away
I’m running way back to the start
To tell myself
That I’m not making art
I’m just making a fool of myself
Let’s gather our things
Gather our things
And take the long way back home
Robotic answers to human questions
Love is an equation I no longer no how to process
If only I knew the algebraic formula
If x and y could just be together again
Is anyone else is anyone else
Sitting here?
I’m unconscious and all I want is something to fear
I’m a piece of my former self
Wrapped in a child’s clothes
Learning to count on all my toes
But we’re all made of atoms
So I guess that means Eve isn’t in us
Well that just goes to show
That sensitivity
No longer exists at all
What a scoundrel
What a defeated man
All he wanted was to be the man
Emphasis on the
Emphasis on the
Yeah I guess this is hyperbole of hypersensitivity
An exaggeration of aggravation
And deprivation of sleep
Is anyone else is anyone else
Sitting here?
I’m unconscious and all I want is something to fear
I’m a piece of my former self
Wrapped in a child’s clothes
Learning to count on all my toes
But we’re all made of atoms
So I guess that means Eve isn’t in us
Well that just goes to show
That sensitivity
No longer exists at all
At all.