Doll, it's no joke
the weight of the air
you're no puppet
skin and bone
fragile vines
It's who you are
gullible to pretty lies
all the pretty things
blind to the elephants
sitting next to you
it must be the rain
look at you so cleaned up
the mirror loves you today
you think, this feels so good
it all feels and feels
hand made by glamour
anchored to what they think
big lungs with no air
fluorescent glow
some cannot tell the difference
glass house, glass slippers
nothing you feel is ever sane
you wouldn't know if it hit you
but they do, they all do
