When I was three feet tall I loved them all And lived life for myself Falling down for last Your photograph, some puppets made of felt
.....Last thanksgiving Giving me my Grammy on TV Didn't you worry that I'd twist and shout for everyone to see Impersonality It's leaning head on me
Mama's in a shop Watching little sister by myself Robbed a wishing pond In a fleeting bond Bound together well Stupid enough to... In summer of... Doesn't matter now But I'll shove it now for everyone to see
Never got to know you Did you ever wonder why No, it's nice to know you And glad you're doing fine Did you brother tighten laws Was it really lost at all Not super ugly Enough to... Looking hard to your reality Impersonality It's leaning hard on me Impersonality It's leaning hard on me
