Butter

She feels like butter
Melting away by her own body heat
She feels like water
Sifting through holes made by her own teeth
She feels like a raincheck never been cashed
She feels like a hit song short of a catch
Her oven door is open but the latch seems to be broken
She needs a hit
A mix of self esteem and bliss
She needs a fix
A mix of self esteem and bliss
She feels kinda useless
Seemingly unaware of her talents
She feels like a treasure chest
Empty of all its contents
She needs a nice cupboard
To house all the goodies that have been boxed up
She needs a sensor light that turns on when she's all messed up
Step up to the table and put an end to this fable
I think it's time
To gather shoes and socks and take a hike
You and I
Can stay here and look up at the night