Forging Plastic Pain

finding weight, in your words
cinch and lying bird, from other worlds

signs slipping in today
finding heavy grief out of my way

make it easy it weep don't wait until I die
nothing come between us
mothers never ween us
say bye, bye

fine dumb waif, you're for me dear
sifting balladeer, singing here

I'm growing thin, in a way
forging plastic pain, here to stay

make it easy it weep don't wait until I die
speakin' easy hush early exit exists up high

finding weight, in your words.