I spent a long time watering a plant made out of plastic And I curse the ground for growing green I spent a long time substituting honest with sarcastic And I curse my tone for being mean And weightless, breathless, restitute Motionless and absolute You cut me open, sucked the poison from an aging wound Now 50,000 orchid does Would cower at this small burn that To my surprise, not six feet high Would reach and *** the moon if I Should ask a dusting pipe That I wanted a bit more light So I could look inside his eyes And get the colors just right Just right Just right Just Right Just Right Build love, build God, build provinces Build calluses, break promises Cause I could never hold a perfect thing And not demolish it What am I thinking? What does this mean? How could somebody ever love me? Talk to your man Tell him he's got bad news coming