"we can kiss like real people do"
pretending;
a game we all know too well
we're actors, award-winning
and we can fake a smile better than
mannequins lined up in department stores
aren't we all just puppets?
who's holding your strings, darling?
i know who holds mine
and maybe my puppeteer will be my Gestapo
and then I'll be a real boy, forever young
but won't you still be a puppet?
