and she stacked the plates like a good child
placed the glasses lips down like her mother taught
and no stranger to the eyes
and no lover of the disguise

my bicycle sat idle on the lawn
because your parents would be coming home
we watched them greet with their mouths
we ran to your room with our doubts

yes, samantha
it all sounds good in concept
no, samantha
i won't leave it on your doorstep

spill all your dolls onto the soft carpet
look my hands are right where you can see them
remove their dresses and pain
lay them gently on the dried bleach stains

inspected but not nearly reflected
they could laugh too but well they choose not to
the ignorant narrator
can laugh at the cast's fortune later

yes, samantha
that all sounds good in concept
no, samantha
i don't want it where my food's kept

she was okay when i tired of her toys
we took the time and supposed we got on
could have been a cold copy
could have just turned out sloppy

blame is a game for two or more people
but only one gets to create the rules
and who else makes your blood spike?
and who else would it taste like?

yes, samantha
that all sounds good in concept
no, samantha
i don't want it on my doorstep