The poems she wrote upon her arm
was covered then discrete charm
and who would now create such harm
what a bonney-bon need, oh believe
bounces on the sea
oh what bring
worlds I could see
I could need
Sometimes I'm tired of being a serf
tired of being me, yes
sometimes I wish the doll on the shelf
lead existence, breathed
(did you know that it was me)
Marie antoinette robot, year 2073
rides a seaside bumper car
counterfeit memory
she's having a crisis
she's having a crisis
about being
(improvisation)
And when the darkness comes to me
its a star to count on, babe when I follow
you can write it out to make your way back home
When I look in the mirror, its empty
its just an infinity winking back at me
you might say I'm a fool to feel this way
but I like it, I like it, I like it
And when the darkness comes to me
its a star to count on, babe when I follow
you can write it out to make your way back home
They're making moves in my brain, they say
protecting edges in front of me
they'll pretend I know my history