Driftwood

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Driftwood

He swam steadily for most of the day. Suddenly

he found himself approaching an enormous

floating cavern. Could it be an island? Pinocchio

looked closed and he saw two huge rows of

sharp, yellow teeth and he realized his mistake.

So he would sulk and drink and mope

and cross his arms and hope to die.

And then a fairy came one night

to bring this sorry boy to life.

She pulled some strings,

spun him about,

that boy sprang up,

and began to shout,

"My arms, my legs, my heart, my face,

they are alive."

And she would cry, "liar, liar,

What have I done?

You're no lover and I'm no fighter."

The story goes on.

So he would buy her things and

kiss her hair to show he was for real.

And she would take those gifts and

kisses though just stringing him along.

She knew about those wooden boys,

it's an empty love to fill the void

Pinocchio, oh boy, how your nose has grown

So he would cry, "liar, liar,

I'll prove it to you"

But then it grew.

He had grown tired of her

so it was true.

He left her apartment

and he walked all night long,

'til he was stopped by the shore of the ocean.

But still he walked on

amongst the whales and waves

and screamed, "liar, liar"

and his wooden body floated away.

He just drifted away.

And now I wonder how I was made

Now I wonder how I was made

My arms, my legs, my heart, my face,

my name is Driftwood.