I feel like pinocchio but dead
a child that plays with his thumbs of cloth
i wanna stars drawn in pencil on the ribs
knives stained from tears
In this house the walls dissolve to the touch
these freckles fall if you blow on
I choke myself with this pink necklace of my mommy
I die for not being of skin as everybody
Oh dear Coraline, sweet Coraline, My Coraline
How do you feel with these new buttons, darling?
I have wanted it because I didn't like my eyes
Because the plastic makes perfect people that have something to hide
Eyes in the fire
Smiles painted on the paper
Your mom doesn't love you, babe
But you can choose
Be happy or write masterpieces?
I die for not being stupid like everybody
Oh dear Coraline, sweet Coraline, My Coraline
How do you feel with these new buttons, darling?
I have wanted it because I didn't like my eyes
Because the plastic makes perfect people that have something to hide