City Sleeps - Prototype

I made her from pieces of stars the ones that fell when you shot through
A sky that burned not to return
No other element would do

Her soul was grown in the bathroom
Her heart is just a red balloon
I gave her lips from wild orchids when she came out of the cocoon
Not the real thing
I can barely see the sun now its blue
I can barely see the sun because she kisses like a prototype


I programmed her with eye color
Majestic emerald green
Uploaded with your attitude
She will do it like a machine
But no matter how hard I've tried
She never smiles unless she's high and just like you won't ever stop crying

Please come back and rescue me from the machines
I've been wandering while you do it with somebody else