Plastic Couch

Pretty plastic room, keep it calm and still
Where milk is never spilled so you can't cry
Perfectly preserved, a flower pressed in glass
Nothingness and everything, pictures from within

Only touch the sleeve
Never the skin

You lie
Do I?

Cornered in a room, paint cracks on the wall
Feeling sad and dull, but too alive
Dust likes to gather here, I'm clean but never clear
When the window thinks I'm lonely, all I do is stare

Strung out on the line
Laundry in the Sun
I don't wanna be the one
Do I?

You lie
Do I?