This plastic room
Is spinning in a blender
With Styrofoam blades
And pictures painted in mud
Cans stack hundreds high
As open tabs
Sing Gorillaz songs at me
Content to climb the ceiling
Toe tapping temper tantrums
Are sticky on the window
Reflecting
Like a cotton mirror
Plastic bags
Are choking themselves in the wind
Dancing to a ballad
By David Bowie
About what if
Love if
I can't hear what my ears
Are saying to me
But it must be important
Because my eyes
Won't believe it
Celebrate tonight
Because tomorrow
You may be a doll
In a long forgotten doll house
In the corner of the attic