I was a sweet kid, kind and calm
We lived down by the power plants
I did not have so many friends

Daddy ran some business on Mars
I had my own rocket in the garage
When I was lonely I counted the stars

I got along
Only sometimes
It felt a little wrong

Her sweetest smile would never fade
She was never late
She cooked so well but she never ate

She looked kind and nice
Yet there was no love in her eyes
Her iron heart was cold as ice

I got along
Only sometimes
It felt a little wrong

Ten years later then
I met this ******* Tralfamadore 10
Golden hair and silver skin

I asked her out for dinner, she agreed
We took the Klingon place on 11th street
She drank a lot but she did not eat

*We got along
Only somehow
It felt a little wrong