n°16

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 I know what it is to be broken and be bold 

Tell you that my silver is gold 

Though we're much too old for make believe 

 

And I know what it's like to behold and not be held 

Funny how a stomach unfed

Seems satisfied 'cause it's swell and swollen 

 

And you caught me 

Shootin' cross the sky like a star 

 But nobody told me 

To never let it get too far 

 

You see my silhouette, so you're standing scared of me 

 

Can I tell you a secret? 

 

My wings are made of plastic, my wings are made of plastic.

 

And so am I. 

 

Moses Sumney - Plastic