I've been waiting for so long
I can't remember what I need
I seem to recall a girl and her ragged doll
Its face eroded and colourless from the friction of every goodnight kiss
It had stitches up and down the lengths of its limbs
Cotton gently pushed at the seams of its hips
The girl's nighttime caress
Hardened its fingers and softened its chest
She shut out the darkness of the night
With a cocoon of blankets and a yellowing flashlight
But now, she's either lost track of it, or decided that sharp and vibrant
Is better than faded but comfortable