Someplace in this masquerade,
in this lonely game we play,
There's a someone searching for security
in a flimsy web of smiles.
The plastic routines don't shatter,
and the rubber mistakes don't bounce.
"I'm tired of all the insecure men
Who say things they really don't mean
"I'm tired of the little boys
Who make promises they intend to break!"
She says aloud to no one
But the plastic routines don't shatter,
and the rubber mistakes don't bounce.
So day by day and year by year
she grows a little colder
when all she wants is security!
But she's looking in the wrong places...
she's searching in a flimsy web of smiles
and she's learned
through time and experience
that the plastic routines don't shatter,
and the rubber mistakes don't bounce.
~SM written 1/1/89
