Am I just a plaything
A pretty pantomime
To bring you precious laughter
And waste your precious time
I know I'm getting closer
By how much I'm refused
I can judge how much you love me
By judging how amused
You are
Am
I your new pastime
A way to fill your days
There's something in my stature
Some strangeness in my gaze
That keeps me on the outside
It keeps me not quite real
I know when I'm not wanted
But I know what I feel
You are
If
I could paint a picture
Of what I want for me
Would it be a confirmation
Of just what I'm supposed to be
If I could paint a picture
Of all the things I need
If the world were at my feet
You'd still be out of reach
You are
If
I could paint a picture
Of what I want for me
Would it be a compilation
Of what you want me to be
If I could write some music
With what I wish you'd say
Would you throw me just a crumb
Before you're thrown away
And you are