Plastic Heart

Pictures of shadows encased in neatly arranged squares
Spinning my head let the needle drop
Why did we fail?
Tugging at a plastic heart
Isn't it so hard? Isn't it so hard?

Those flowers are bright as the stars in your eyes
They make me--puke
Its leaves cut a gash in the grass and I refuse
To go home with you
What have I to lose? What have I to lose?

I fell down the stairs on my way to the store
I'm out of bread
A polka-dot bird with a bum right knee asked
"Hey, are you dead?"
I said "No," but take my hand
Mutter a plea--a prayer for me

The bird said to me, "Life it isn't for free
So come follow me, and drink from this cup of misery
And leave me here for dead