Made of a biodegradable material,
You asked her to put her shoes back on
But she wouldn't,
So you pulled her arm
And she got upset and started shouting
And you couldn't understand.
We are all made of biodegradable materials
Not made to stand the test of time
And it hurts;
You've been dying from the day you were born
Stuck in a plastic world
Where bad things don't die.
And you were pleading with her
As she threw her shoes at you;
You couldn't leave without her,
But she didn't want to go.
You've been counting down the days
Every second is precious,
As you lay in bed, staring
Watching the walls decompose
She didn't come with you
And you think she's lost her mind
When in reality,
She just can't find her shoes.
You're the one with the real problem,
Countdown timer in your pocket
As you watch and wait
For the day this will all end.
*(It's never going to make sense,
You do understand that...
Don't you?)