Permanent Nostalgia

Everything was made of plastic

Rubber clothes to chew on

Legs swinging from a park bench

Waiting for your sister to be done playing

I was never like the other kids

Silly Bandz on my wrists, I didn't like the sensation

Buying marbles just for show, not knowing how to play the game

I'll race you to the back of the bus

I'll sip strawberry Nesquik out of a hard plastic cup

It's got a cartoon princess on the clear surface, and the rim is magenta

I'll drop a track in my Mickey Mouse CD player

I'll tug at the cheap yellow microphone, put on a show for no one

I always liked to be alone, and plastic makes the perfect companion

Do I miss it, the flashy colors and the synthetic texture?

Maybe it would be better to be more blatantly artificial

Everything's still made of plastic these days, but it could pass for raw material

My eyes are covered, I know nothing, and I'm more like a child than I ever was before

I want to go back to something soft and sweet and hard as plastic

I want to live in the grainy photographs

And let the fuzz of the old TV screen wash over me