I'm scared of the air that we share
I'm scared it's going to frizzle up my hair
Soft and sweet
And oh, so slowly
We meet
I spend all my time alone
Sitting in my big glass home
And I want you to be the one to throw
The first stone
Cuz I was made of you
I was
Created and painted of you
I was
Collected by you
Completed, unseated, and sainted to you
And I cannot decide
Whose skin is whose
I hear your feet
Marching down the street
To an unsteady beat
I left the gate open
I was hoping you would know what I was hoping for
Cuz I was made of you
I was
Created and painted of you
I was
Collected by you
Completed, unseated, and sainted to you
And I cannot decide
Whose skin is