When I sing
I feel whoever's pulling my strings
Has fallen asleep on the phone
and quietly breathes me his dreams
It's their nonsense alive when I sing
When I sing
I feel whoever's pulling my strings
Is tying mine in a knot
Until one cathartic release
It's puppet-play when I sing
When I sing
I feel whoever's pulling my strings
Is smoothing my features out
'Til I've reverted back to 13
Acne-ridden and scared, so just sing
When I sing
It's a poly-sensory thing
At least for myself, I've found
it's a starfish-dish in my mouth
It's more than sound when we sing