When I'm not looking, you'll love me

my face intrigues you
your tiny arms could never hold me
you've got your own problems
and i want to be important
but not for you

shoot me up
pull me down
you're too clean
and I'm far too disgusting
for you to want to hold
so friends friends
always a friend

if my head was gone
you'd never want me
we'd never meet

I'm sick of you
you cant be what i desire
go away

shoot me up
pull me down
you're too clean
and I'm far too disgusting
for you to want to hold
so friends friends
always a friend

our insides aren't as pretty as you need
and our rhythm is out of sync
you wont take me for what i am
you get to be my friend
and see how sad a pretty face can be

playmates
you don't want me for that
so i'll play destroyed
easier for you to not try
i'll become what you wont want

so you can
shoot me up
pull me down
you're too clean
and I'm far too disgusting
for you to want to hold
so friends friends
always a friend

© Heart Attack, Stacy Stratton, 2005