Fake Plastic Trees

Her green plastic watering can, for her fake Chinese rubber plant in the fake plastic earth. That she bought from a rubber man in a town full of rubber plans to get rid of itself. It wears her out, it wears her out, it wears her out, it wears her out. She lives with a broken man, a cracked polystyrene man, who just crumbles and burns. He used to do surgery for girls in the eighties but gravity always wins. It wears him out, it wears him out, it wears him out, it wears him out. She looks like the real thing, she tastes like the real thing, my fake plastic love. But I can't help the feeling I could blow through the ceiling if I just turn and run. It wears me out, it wears me out, it wears me out, it wears me out. If I could be who you wanted... If I could be who you wanted... All the time...All the time...