Something's wrong
She's smiling and dancing along
She's laughing
Something's wrong
She holds a hand
She's listening to the song
Something's wrong
She's making jokes
Sick jokes that aren't that long
Something's wrong
Why haven't they noticed yet?
Why haven't they noticed she isn't that strong?
Something's wrong
She's been fighting
She's been fighting for just so long
Something's wrong
She knows she's losing
She knows, oh she knows,
Something's wrong

Cold hands
Cold heart
Nobody sees cold
Nobody know what cold is
Cold is lonely
Cold is needy
Cold is dead

The geosynchronous
Geppetto One
With us orbits
Round our sun;
Blinking down,
Ringing up,
We're on lines
Like marionettes;
Transmitting selfies,
Receiving otheries.
Time to be Pinnochio,
Cut some ties,
Get up and go,
See eye to eye
When toe to toe,
Watch how small
Our noses grow.

Settle down
I'm sinking in
     to this dingy motel tub.
Stain the water
     with the paint
from my sardonic, smiling face
now, babe, I got a flower in my hatband and
a sloshing bottle in my white gloved hand.
     Do you think we'll still be laughing
                              in the morning...?

Blinking lights and bleary eyes
in a neon wash for a bloodshot lifetime,
and a swallow
     is all I wanna take.

     Besides, I'm still holding the bag.

Puddle up
pull the plug
     colors circle 'round the drain
Pollute the night
     with a laugh
from inside this facepaint bath.
And, babe, I been swirled 'round the world's full glass
and, for a bit, I guess, it was a helluva gas
but, ya know,
                  nobody makes it in the end...
                  
                  so where's the joke end or begin?

Reddened nose and ***** jokes.
Life's a vacation, I'm a pig in a poke
and a mouthful
     is all I need to take...

     We all get left holding the bag.