slaves
talked to
a mannequin
the other day
she had fuck-all to say
to me
such a shame
looks are deceiving
staring at the ceiling
what are you looking at
that's better than me?
is it better than me?
come on
ninety nine
percent of the time
she lives in a hand
i can't understand why
talking to
a statue
of a little girl
who reminds me of you
such a great shame
now you're staring at the ceiling
it's always ninety nine