Alone in my own Green Complexion

So unparticular

But exactly on the dot

I’ve got twenty one minutes,

I’ve got twenty one toes.

My green complexion keeps them guessing,

Which eye to look in when I talk?

Screw the metaphors,

This microphone is like a fucking submarine.

No one can spot me,

The light is just jello

With you stuck in the middle.

Alone in my own green complexion

Quick mix is my therapy,

And I’m my own someone.

I tried to scream when they pushed my out,

bobby pins for a mouth.

PIN IT UP, Bitch.

Get me in, get me out.!

My green complexion keeps them guessing,

Which eye to look in when I talk?

Screw the metaphors,

This microphone is like a fucking submarine.

No one can spot me,

The light is just jello

With you stuck in the middle.

Alone in my own green complexion

Orbits slanting on the side circle,

Resemble your lollypop grin,

Rebel me up;

All of your punks turned out middle aged drugs

My green complexion keeps them guessing,

Which eye to look in when I talk?

Screw the metaphors,

This microphone is like a fucking submarine.

No one can spot me,

The light is just jello

With you stuck in the middle.

Alone in my own green complexion

Its indefinite loneliness

And perpetual bliss –

Spoken by the Barbie dolls of,

Modern technology.

“They don’t seem plastic to me.”

Shrug it off man.