Mannequin
Settle down and paint your face
You gave your heart and I say aw it’s such a shame
I feel it rotting away
It's not all in my head
As we get older
I am trying not to stay
On our shoulders
We've held all your fucking weight
Don't you see our burdened lids
Our voluntary anesthesia goodnight kiss
The quiet prone hum
Got lost among the wail
Your silence
Makes you a fucking mannequin
I feel it rotting away
I got lost among them