Rubik

Worn down to the ground
Screws up, sits back down
She puts a square peg in a round hole
She’s not an airhead she’s an animal with a feral mind
Blown right out
No sign of land
Blown right out
Nowhere to be found
Rubik’s Cube; only grey to you
Too see-through; a translucent you
This is not my fault
This is not my fault
Kisses from a ghost
Kisses from…
Everything was wrong, then it all clicked into place
Everything was wrong, then it all clicked into place
Everything was wrong, then it all clicked into place
Everything was wrong, then it all clicked into place