I spent a long time
 
 Watering a plant made out of plastic
 
 And I curse the ground for growing green
 
 
 I spent a long time
 
 Substituting honest with sarcastic
 
 And I curse my tongue for being mean
 
 
 Weightless, breathless restitute
 
 Motionless and absolute
 
 He cut me open
 
 Sucked the poison from an aging wound
 
 Now 50,000 war cadets
 
 Would cower at this small brunette
 
 To my surprise not six feet high
 
 Would reach and grab the moon if I should ask
 
 
 Or just imply that I wanted a bit more light
 
 So I could look inside his eyes
 
 And get the colors just right
 
 Just right, just right
 
 Just
 
 
 Build love, build God, build provinces
 
 Build calluses, break promises
 
 'Cause I could never hold a perfect thing
 
 And not demolish it
 
 What am I thinking? What does this mean?
 
 How could somebody ever love me?
 
 Talk to your man, tell him he's got bad news coming