Forging Plastic Pain
finding weight, in your words
cinch and lying bird, from other worlds
signs slipping in today
finding heavy grief out of my way
make it easy it weep don't wait until I die
nothing come between us
mothers never ween us
say bye, bye
fine dumb waif, you're for me dear
sifting balladeer, singing here
I'm growing thin, in a way
forging plastic pain, here to stay
make it easy it weep don't wait until I die
speakin' easy hush early exit exists up high
finding weight, in your words.
Autor(es): Eric Matthews
