It was cold in December
And bright blue in June
I followed you nowhere
To a paper-thin tomb

And all that you could be

And all that you should

It lay at the bottom
Of a sad plastic womb
Red flowers in bloom

And all that you could be

And all that you should

It fell away softly
To a single sad tune
Under a single sad moon
Nothing will follow you here
It’s all just a ruse
A fake plastic you

Where did you go when you were gone?
A chorus of laughter shook down my walls
And every internal life curled up to sleep
Every imagined heart turned off its beat

And all that you could be
And all that you should
It echoed back dimly
Through hollowed-out wood
All that you should
All that you should

Where did you go when you were gone?
A chorus of laughter shook up my walls
And every internal life curled up to sleep
And every imagined heart turned off its beat