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
半個月來的槍圖、畢評、畢展，心裡面記了好多事，好多該怎麼面對一個月後的事。我也不知道該怎麼整理，所幸回到我比較熟悉的中文，或許原始一點的紀錄會好一點。