Plasticized

I try to give you milk and honey

Only dust and flies come out

Icky glitter on my eyes

A garbage pile inside my mouth

I am too quiet to be human

And too still to be alive

I am not a thing of nature

Just an old robot inside

And I remember I'm a body

That was not taught to be touched

And as the walls close in

I think about how hard I am to love

Not because I am unworthy

Because I point a gun

At the people who believe in me

And follow when I run

God didn't make me to be touched

She meant me to be cold

She meant me to be crushed

There's a ball pit in my stomach

Where there should be butterflies

But I've learned how I can kill them

Now they've all been plasticized

And they conceal the clowns I swallowed

In my sleep when I was four

If I cry I will release them

I won't have control no more

I want to live with tenderness

I'm gonna heal my wounds so I can live to hurt her less

I want to live with tenderness

I'm gonna heal my wounds so I can live to hurt her less

I want to live with tenderness

I'm gonna heal my wounds so I can live to hurt her less

I want to live with tenderness

I'm gonna heal my wounds so I can live to hurt her less