The House of Love - Plastic

It ^Efeels like summer ^BmGosh, my skin's so itchy Not a ^Efeature on my face Just a ^Bmpiece of yellow plastic I never ^Dthought I'd sink so ^Alow So ^Eslow

^EMorning's always weak God it's ^Bmhopeless when I'm talking ^E I'm lonely in the field Just a ^Bmbaby treading water It's ^Dred and dark And God is my ^Afriend The ^Eend, the end

^EStumble on the dress She's ^Bmscreaming that she loves me ^EIt's not the way to give It's the ^Bmcruelest way to lie I ^Dgot myself a gun to^Aday Hey-he^Ey