The head of state Has called for me by name But I don't have time for him It's gonna be a glorious day I feel my luck could change - Thom Yorke

You are my centre when I spin away.

She looks like the real thing,
She tastes like the real thing,
My fake plastic love.
But I can't help the feeling,
I could blow through the ceiling
If I just turned and ran.

I don't care if it hurts.
I wanna have control.
I want a perfect body.
I want a perfect soul.
I want you to notice
When I'm not around.
You're so fuckin' special;>br>I wish I was special.