Shapeshifting

Curled up like a vine, trying to find it

A load of old joy lifting me

I'm worse for wear down at heel

All you people make me ill

You're not really touching me, shapeshifting

Cut me out, twist my arm

I work like a machine, plaster lace and painted hands

Cut me out, twist my arm

You hold me in your mind, the wind blows through

Screaming inside, floating above

Watching the lights, floating above

Shapeshifting, shapeshifting