My nails are ****** and my jaw is sore
She's smiling on the other side of that door
The road is getting longer, my feet smaller still
He has a fascination with not being loved
Her mother's pearls are tight around her neck
Friends fight and plead, all they need is you and dignity
I remember the day I sold all my dolls
All I wanted was something new I can't recall now
His wheels are spinning but he'll be around when she's gone
Even my tongue is hurting after all this time
She thinks she'll turn around one day
We don't think he'll last long enough to leave
And its their hearts I'm breaking this time around
I almost lost my grandmother's earring yesterday
His father rips him like the burning sea
Those dolls all left my hands without shoes
But I guess that's how it goes in plastic reality
Her path is a little hazy and she'll soon forget about me
I think I'd last longer if I hadn't painted my nails
Am I the only one watching us all lose grip?