Something Fierce - The Impossibles

It’s never cold enough

My rubik’s cube is never solved

Unless taken apart

I’m hung from the highest tree

The birds won’t nest in me

As the slingshots take aim

The bull’s eye is on my frame

Can’t hold a candle to it

Separates as I unglue it

And falls to pieces that gather

It’s like the tiny things i keep my hearts on my sleeve

It’s not that simple for me

Cannot clean my skin

Overdosed on dexatrim

And i never lost an ounce

Hold my dinner down

As the room spins around

This one trick pony has broken it’s back