One to do it, one to stop and one to keep looking at the clock
My pills in my pocket in my drawer in my hand
I gave one to you to try and make you understand
That I never grew up
I never gave up saving up pennies for sweets at the shop
There’s no still time no shame no reason to be theatrically posed as a mantelpiece image, I still don’t do my washing up until it suits me
Their prayers to fame and a sharp suit still amuse me like they did before you gave me your toys and ordered some business cards

And toys don’t die they keep living the dream, while you’re under your duvet they are summoning satan and having a nasty little time, trying on your shoes and dancing on your briefcase. And that’s why your dreams are bitter and you want them to go when you wake up and piss away last night’s cocktails and cock-teaser dresses, cause no one caresses like you like it but their bodies serve a purpose though they’re mostly disposable, something soft for you to fuck with no name and a Barbie doll frame.

So my pills are my lovers now, I know you don’t care, I still flirt with people and I still wear the underwear I know goes down well

And it’s not missing, that’s why I wont say goodbye
You left it too late to blank me so
I’m gonna keep your toys next to mine, I’m not thinking about it so much any more, I stuck a post-it on the page where you said all those nice things about me and I’m not ashamed, I know what I want and I want to remember how not to hate you
But I think I want to escape you
Maybe if you cared more then I would care less I can’t be any more specific it’s just a feeling I need to be able to feel
To be able to feel anything that’s not just another me

I’ve multiplied myself enough to know I’m literally free