Rubber Bands

Feel my internal skeleton
made of rubber bands from your hair
tangled all around my bed

Please skip your favorite song
it just goes on and on
about the spider webs hanging down from inside your brain

Pick up baby that telephone
‘cause I’m calling long distance
and you’re not understanding my subtle tones

I wish these rubber bands would just stretch and grow
to appreciate what I still don’t know about you

Operators are standing by
while you’re making kites out of plastic bags

Feel my internal skeleton
made of rubber bands from your hair
tangled all around my bed

Please skip your favorite song
it just goes on and on
about the spider webs hanging down from inside your brain
I’m tangled all inside your brain…

Wave, don’t shed a tear
You’ll be ok, while I’m away