i feel trashy and alone
like a dull off-white shade of nothing
no amount of music to soothe
no links connecting
it's like giving your soul to the devil
and he dances with it in clutch
laughing, despising
every part of you
i feel trashy and alone
like one of those girls with a cheap bag
that's far too big for their iddy biddy body
with far too little carried inside
it's like piercing holes in your favourite top
running out of needles and thread
unable to stitch up the holes
leaving gaping mistakes
i feel trashy and alone
and i've felt like this for a while
when will my body return to sender
perfectly packaged without a fragile sticker
