she looks like the real thing... she tastes like the real thing...

fake plastic trees
by radiohead

Her green plastic watering can
For her fake Chinese rubber plant
In the fake plastic earth.
That she bought from a rubber man
In a town full of rubber plans
To get rid of itself.
It wears her out, it wears her out It wears her out, it wears her out.
She lives with a broken man
A cracked polystyrene man
Who just crumbles and burns.
He used to do surgery
For girls in the eighties
But gravity always wins.
And it wears him out, it wears him out.
It wears him out, it wears . . .

She looks like the real thing She tastes like the real thing My fake plastic love.
But I can't help the feeling
I could blow through the ceiling
If I just turn and run.
And it wears me out, it wears me out. It wears me out, it wears me out.

And if I could be who you wanted
If I could be who you wanted
All the time, all the time.
Oh, oh.
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once upon a time i remember when i felt like a real girl.
now it seems like there is too much "life" to worry about to have real feelings about anything.
and it also seems like people no longer appreciate genuine feelings.
when did having feelings get in the way of people LIVING?
like we all walk through life like zombies wishing for something that we don't actually dish out.
maybe if i ate your brains then i'd know what you were thinking...
whatever... i guess things like thoughts, and feelings, are reserved for people like me who seem to be consistently dysthymic.
maybe one day i will find by eeyore and we'll make each other some happy asses.
until then... all i can do is hope to not get caught up in being fake or plastic.