The poems she wrote upon her arm
Was covered then discrete charm
And who would now create such harm
What a bonney-bon need, oh believe
Bounces on the sea
Oh what bring
Worlds I could see
I could need

Sometimes I'm tired of being a serf
Tired of being me, yes
Sometimes I wish the doll on the shelf
Lead existence, breathed
(Did you know that it was me)

Marie antoinette robot, year 2073
Rides a seaside bumper car
Counterfeit memory
She's having a crisis
She's having a crisis
About being
(Improvisation)

And when the darkness comes to me
Its a star to count on, babe when I follow
You can write it out to make your way back home

When I look in the mirror, its empty
Its just an infinity winking back at me
You might say I'm a fool to feel this way
But I like it, I like it, I like it

And when the darkness comes to me
Its a star to count on, babe when I follow
You can write it out to make your way back home

They're making moves in my brain, they say
Protecting edges in front of me
They'll pretend I know my history