electrical currents shorting out my gelatin mind all the
time, it's such a wonder my head don't blow like a halogen bulb
peach schnapps in plastic cups
i trust you've got nothing but good intentions
feelin' so matryoshka but i have lost my painted doll likeness
it's been such a bore just thinking of ways to fill a day
lately all these paper clones have lost their fun
now you've grown so sick of my wooden affection
i know the night the void the darkness belong to you Rhonda
i know
but this sudden rot has caught me totally off-guard
and i don't have a clue how to own it like you do
could you teach me how to break down with elegance?
Rhonda don't leave me to crumble at your feet
has something happened between us?
you used to be so sweet
