Electrical currents shorting out my gelatin mind all the
Time, it's such a wonder my head don't blow like a halogen bulb
Peach Schnapps in plastic cups
I trust you've got nothing but good intentions

Feelin' so matryoshka but I have lost my painted doll likeness
It's been such a bore just thinking of ways to fill a day lately
All these paper clones have lost their fun
Now you've grown so sick of my wooden affection

I know the night, the void, the darkness belong to you, Rhonda
I know
But this sudden rot has caught me totally off-guard
And I don't have a clue how to own it like you do
Could you teach me how to break down
Could you teach me how to break down
How to break down with elegance?

Don't leave me to crumble at your feet
Has something happened between us?
Oh, you used to be so sweet
So sweet