Software from S/t by Soft Butch

Plugged in,
there's life left in you yet.
Turned on,
perfect memory,
you won't forget.

Software
you're the hardest habit to kick.
Software
you're so easy,
it's making me sick.

Have a heart;
I'm made of parts,
just like you.

Hard drive,
easy smile,
like it's all mapped out.

Long ride,
say your name
like you're always around.

Software
hard up for pressing start.
Software
hard-wired for breaking apart.

Have a heart;
I'm made of parts,
just like you.

Don't wish on stars...
Why can't you see?
You're a realer boy
than I'll ever be.

You have no face.
You have no body.
But you're better
than anybody.

Software
you're the hardest habit to kick.
Software
you're so easy,
it's making me sick.

You'd never lie;
you'll never leave.
Who needs a real boy
just like me?

You've got no arms;
you've got no strings.
Who needs a real boy
for anything?

We'll never know,
oh, but I'm sure--
don't need a real boy
to show me more.

Who needs a real boy for anything?
Who needs a real boy just like me?

Have a heart;
I'm made of parts,
just like you.

• Punk
• cabaret
• pastel goth
• post-punk
• queer
• Portland