I've been trying desperately
For these last 23 years of static
To touch something that I was sure
Wasn't made of plastic
To put something in my pocket
And feel its weight as I'm walking
Around people window shopping
From their tv sets and couches
But all I've ever felt
After swimming through the cotton stopper
Was that the plastic experiences
Are fueled by pill poppers
So I’m bitter as a tylenol
As I chew and refuse to swallow
To get myself to throw it up
And carve my own path to follow
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