Plastic Doll by Alex Blum and the Roadside Quartet

There’s a smear on her makeup mirror
She’s costume jewelry, waxed veneer
A twisted, tangled ball of wire,
Or clenched up fist if you inquire
Clearly you’ve not seen it all
She’s a plastic doll…melting in the fire

There’s an intersection accident
Clustered, flustered predicament
Just a roadside tragedy
A self-inflicted emergency
Coughed up and out of breath
She’s a bloody mess…she’s beautiful
She’s beautiful

Take me out and make me wild she said
I want to feel like that
Smoking grass and watching trains go past
I want feel like that

There’s a ghost at the river’s edge
Telling secrets ‘neath the bridge
Carving riddles into skin
It’s empty now...the fog rolls in
Clearly you’ve not seen her there in her underwear…
She’s all alone
She’s all alone

Take me out and make me wild she said
I want to feel like that
Smoking grass and watching trains go past
I want feel like that
I want feel like that

There’s a comic book with bible verses
Carefully she rehearses
Empty apologies
That float around in memories
Clearly you’ve not seen it all; she’s just a doll…
She’s just a doll…

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