A Mannequin Story Lyrics

I just want to be a mannequin

I just want to be a mannequin

No bones that ache, no bleeding flesh

Something human enough to hold a pen

Press plastic fingers to a maple neck

Bronze strings stretched over steel frets

A hollow body of emptiness

Where nothing would ever hurt again

I just want to be a mannequin

I just want to be a mannequin

And I'd make art even after the world collapsed

It would all blow up or burn to ash

And I would remain among the scrap

My faceless face of fiberglass

To roam the rubbles of cities past

A thousand signs of noble gas

Post-apocalyptic cul-de-sacs

Now entering: Ozymandias

Round the decay of that colossal wreck

I'd walk a hundred million steps

Paint stories on the walls and then

Write ballads recounting all of it

Create until I turned to dust

More art than the sum of all of us

With no one left to make sense of

The stories I wrote or the songs I sung

I just want to lose me

I just want to lose me

I just want to lose me

I just want to lose me

In whatever way I can