i know a boy
who fixes machines
deposit your defect
he'll fix it for free
well tell me,
smart boy,
why cant you fix me?
why cant you deattach youslf from all of my dreams
is there a reason why
you cant simplify
these unconcentional means
how come your calculating brown eyes
see right through me
when I try to lie
about everything
is it possible to make me feel so small
without saying a thing
as if deep down
you know what I was thinking
you saw how I thought of myself of a puppet you could mend
you could find the words
then research where they went
maybe then speak them on my behalf
while I drown out the world with a nervous laugh
and while im laughing
making a scene,
write down those words you found for me,
would you do that for me?
Because as it goes, or so it seems,
You’re a smart boy
My smart boy
Who fixes machines…