Monday, April 04, 2016

Plastic

I know what is to be broke and then be bold
Tell you that my silver is gold
Though I'm much too old for make believe
And I know what it's like to be hold and not be held
Funny how a stomach can fail
Seems that it's not cause it's swell and swollen

You got me
Shootin' cross the sky like a star
But nobody told me
To never let it get too far
See my silhouette, so you're standing scared of me
Can I  tell you a secret?

My wings are made of plastic
My wings are made up
and so am I

Moses Sumney