Plastic Cups by Skybox
We were waiting for one more day
We were searching for a place to stay
I can hear you through a hole in space
I can stay here where I know I'm safe
We can pour all our happiness into a plastic cup
We can face this alone, we can build us a plastic place to get us through
Things have gotten really out of hand
We were staring to your open sky
We were shrinking, we didn't know why
We can sleep here in your house of ice
You're eyelashes(?) cover my broken eyes
We can pour all our emptiness into a plastic cup
We don't have anything left, so won't you build us a plastic place to get us through
Things have gotten really out of hand
You force us inside, you never gave us a chance to survive
And the taste of her guilt is like a sweet plastic pie that could never go down
We can pour all our happiness into a plastic cup
We don't have anything left, so won't you build us a plastic place to get us through
Things have gotten really out of hand
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