She, sits, waiting, patiently She sat down waiting for me
But she’s just a figure in my head And she is a flower blooming Just like a toyshop manikin She’s limp on the ground
She sits still on my couch I scold her for her slouch In my attempts at love She falls off to the rug
But I’m always peering in her mind Just like a child she follows behind I think of waiting around for awhile But she’s silent more than not And I wish she could talk I wonder how long its been Since she left her body here
