White Rabbit in a Snowstorm

Now I say, now I do But I don't know I use to be My metal heart is free to jam My plastic lungs drown in your tears I wish I was everything I'd like to be Marilyn In a part of my heart You still burn Porcelain warriors Boxers with sandy hands Elephants and baby feet Acrobats with broken legs Angels with cardboard wings Blind painters with memories Inadequate and useless We cannot