Object of Fun

He prefers when I’m perfectly young
Crazy glue on my tongue
Seeing me in my dresses and stones
I’m an object of fun

But I exist in full
I’m a person of earth too
I wake up in the morning
I equal all my sums

My face clears when I cry
All my memories lie
I’m a person of earth too
I grow old and I die

Never blind to the bind of my use
I’m aware of my kind
Fighting punches in pools made of glass
Eyes on me when I lose

But I exist in full
I’m a person of earth too
I wake up in the morning
I equal all my sums

My face clears when I cry
All my memories lie
I’m a person of earth too
I grow old and I die

I appear heavenly in the dark
The light bounces on me
Steering clear from my corners of gloom
I feel safe when I move

It is perfectly fine to cry
In the middle of the night
And I’m hoping for more
Like a dog craves the bone

Guess I missed all the signs
And I swallowed your lines
I hold onto my sword

But I exist in full
I’m a person of earth too
I wake up in the morning
I equal all my sums

My face clears when I cry
All my memories lie
I’m a person of earth too
I grow old and I die

But I exist in full
I’m a person of earth too
I wake up in the morning
I equal all my sums

My face clears when I cry
All my memories lie
I’m a person of earth too
I grow old and I die