PlastoScene

You can hear me talking, right?
So why don’t you answer my prayers?
Am I just invisible?
Or am I blinded by my tears?

It’s like I’m talking to a mirror
Or I’ve shrunk too tiny to see.
I can’t fit through the doorway
Because it’s you that holds the key.

I wish you were made of plastocene
Then I could mould you into shape.
Beat you into submission
And block off your escapes.
I could keep you in my eyesight
You would stay by my side
Hold you safe in my pocket
I would be your bride.

I’m lost within the wonderland
That is my aching heart.
I need my grinning Cheshire cat
To tell me where to start.

You need to lead me down
The right path, not the wrong.
Am I wasting my time on you?
Is your heart where I belong?

I wish you were made of plastocene
Then I could mould you into shape.
Beat you into submission
And block off your escapes.
I could keep you in my eyesight
You would stay by my side
Hold you safe in my pocket
I would be your bride.

I could construct a dream world
Entirely from your face
I could live inside my dream world
It is my happy place.
When I’m inside my dream world
You wrap your arms round me
But then I leave my dream world
And see it’s not to be.

I wish you were made of plastocene
Then I could mould you into shape.
Beat you into submission
And block off your escapes.
I could keep you in my eyesight
You would stay by my side
Hold you safe in my pocket
I would be your bride.

I wish my heart were made of plastocene
Then I could mould it into shape.
Beat it into submission
And escape your escapades.
You won’t stay in my eyesight
You won’t stay by my side
I can’t hold you safe in my pocket
I will never be your bride.

We’d wed inside my dream world
That I want so much to be reality
You’d hold me in my dream world
And give yourself to me.