Forging Plastic Pain

signs slipping in today
finding heavy grief out of my way
make it easy it weep don’t wait until I die
nothing come between us
mothers never ween us
say bye, bye
fine dumb waif, you’re for me dear
sifting balladeer, singing here
I’m growing thin, in a way
forging plastic pain, here to stay
make it easy it weep don’t wait until I die
speakin' easy hush early exit exists up high
finding weight, in your words.