Back when she was a girl there was a plan to see her through her life:
Get married settle down and have some kids and be a good housewife
But she would go to bed at night,
with day-glo stars and fairy lights stuck on the ceiling of her room,
as she dreamt of another life
* Now it's too late to go back home,
it's saccharine and silicone, for a broken barbie doll
Sleeping pills and alcohol, and nights she'd rather not recall,
for a broken barbie doll
And though the hands that played with her were cold,
she let them drag her down
And as her cardboard world begins to fold,
she's lying on the ground,
* (repeat)
Her mother writes her every week,
she says she's worried for her health
Her dad says she's finding her feet,
but now she's lying on the shelf
Like faulty goods that are returned,
her pretty fingers are all burnt
* (repeat)