Living Doll

We're both broken.
All bones and wires and synapses,
frayed and afraid.
We're plays on words and similes,
hoping to fly back into that
fucking, godforsaken dictionary.

I'm not a doll.
I'm not a play-thing.
Oh God, play with me, play with me.
Denial is the greatest sin.

Oh, scream, “I'm alive! I'm alive!”
Only for someone to say, “But, love, you're dyin' inside.
There's more to living than just breathing.”
There's more to living than just breathing.

No explanation,
no cause, no reaction.
Blank minds for the blank faces we have.
We ain't thinking because we can't think.

Where are our brains?
Oh, love, they burned them on the stove.
The birds came to take 'em, but the dogs said no.

Where are our brains?
Oh, love, they burned them on the stove.
The birds came to take 'em, but the dogs said no.

Oh God, play with me, play with me.
I ain't no doll.

Oh, scream, “I'm alive! I'm alive!”
Only for someone to say, “But, love, you're dyin' inside.
There's more to living than just breathing.”
Oh, there's more to living than just breathing.

In, out, in, out.

There's more to living than just breathing.