electrxoxo

We’re electric -
Like the slide
That we did
In junior high.

We’re mechanical -
Like the way
That you look
When you smile.

We’re so technical -
We look like we’re doing pliés
At a bar.

I am so cold,
I am unhappy,
Because you are
Cold and emotionless.

You make love to me
Like you slice bread.
I don’t want your love
And not your bread.

Once you were a
Special sort -
Now you remind me
Of a dead man.

I don’t want your sliced bread.
I just want my own bread.
Don’t let’s bake the same bread -
Let’s just make two loaves.

I don’t doubt that
In some way you loved me.

I don’t want your sliced bread.
I just want my own bread.
Don’t lets bake the same bread -
I can make it myself.

Not the macarena...
Even some Spanish flavor
Can’t save
Us now.