You make me feel like a princess, but not in the helpless, unintelligent way =]
|—||The Postal Service - Such Great Heights|
She takes her path to Wonderland,
the spiraling hole — a blur,
takes that which makes her leave this world
and chases rabbit-white fur.
Madame Butterfly’s wings, they fold away
with that psychedelic taste;
devolving, green with envy,
with wasted time to taste.
The spoiled bitch, attire changed,
her heart worn on her sleeve.
Her fake demands that paralyze…
Non-compliance? Heads to cleave.
Her mad companions sit and talk,
insane faces sane with glee.
They walk upon the ceiling,
thoughts as far as mind can see.
And lastly, he appears close-by,
grim face that twisted grin.
Menace mocks her situation:
“It’s not Wonderland you’re in…”
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I would really like to see the wreck of the Titanic.