Piggy Mask - The Roches

The fantasy is crumbling

The piggy mask isn’t working for me anymore

I’d like you to think of me

As somebody you’d put your teeth in for

Lipitor, boxer shorts, snoring and the waterfall

What more am I asking for?

Finally, it’s crumbling

The piggy mask, nice meeting you here after all

I’d like you to think of me

As somebody you’d put your pants on for

Lexipro, lots of laughs, lovely in your dreaming eyes

Leaving you the way you are

And while you sleep, old butterfly

Shall I go to the mirror

That hides the medicine and holds the pig within?

The cabinet is crumbling

The piggy mask isn’t working for me anymore

I’d like me to think of you

As someone who I’d put my face on for

Primrose oil, inner soles, soaking up the lavender

What more are you asking for?