Testo Fake Plastic Trees

her green plastic watering canfor her fake chineserubberplantin the fake plastic earth,that she bought from a rubber manin a town full of rubberplans to get rid of itself,-it wears her out.she lives with a broken man,a cracked polystyrenemanwho just crumbles and burns.He used to do surgery for girls in the eightiesbut gravity laways wins and it wears him out.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.If i could be who you wanted all the time...