I fell in love with a wind-up souvenir. I bought it downtown as I was on my way to meet him. She sounds like the songs he used to sing before we went to sleep, but now that he's gone, she's all that I have left to hold, and I feel so all alone. No one's gonna fix me when I'm broke. How do you cry with inanimate eyes?
And she sits on my shelf, it makes me think of him, the way she carries the things that remind me of who we used to be before we became antiques. She's a lot like him, but when I hold her too tight, I know she'll break. However, she just takes some glue to stay.
She holds a watering can in one hand, a plant in another, and on her shirt is a galaxy, and I feel so all alone.
