Plastic - The House Of Love

Feels like summer

Gosh, my skin’s so itchy

Not a feature on my face

Just a piece of yellow plastic

I never thought I’d sink so low

So slow

Morning’s always weak

God it’s hopeless when I’m talking

I’m lonely in the field

Just a baby treading water

It’s red and dark

And God is my friend

The end, the end

Stumble on the dress

She’s screaming that she loves me

It’s not the way to give

It’s the cruelest way to lie

I got myself a gun today

Hey