Pullstring

Put me in a box on a shelf
Send me to hell
Might as well
Ain't no bubbles in my spell

I made it as clear as a ding on a bell
What do you want? Should I yell?
Just as quick as your love rose and fell
How long will it last?
Only time will tell
Well, hell

What you see
It don't come from me
Your reality pulls my strings
Oh, it makes me sing

My lips are from your childhood
My ribs are from your mother's drawer
You got my pull string by the cord
I'm your puppet, your princess, your toy

What you see, it don't come from me
Your reality pulls my strings
Oh, it makes me sing

Without even loading the gun of love
I keep dodging your bullets without a try
When I awake from the hurricane
The gun in my hand is just my rain

No such thing as a good love