Alan Lastufka & Tom Milsom
can t
he canât put into words
just how she made him melt
she molded folded, pasted and cut
his edited heart was her favorite work of art
and it surprised him every day
they way she made him obey
he canât see clearly
through love tinted eyes
her erotic, robotic bedroom lies
paid off in a blur for the minute he was let inside her
he canât complain about he strain
of her relationship games
he canât dream vividly
while nightmares run wild
she locked, blocked and mocked his smile
heâs been destroyed
tears come falling from her trained toy
and with a sigh he canât explain why
but he canât say âgoodbyeâ.