The fantasy is crumbling The piggy mask isn't working for me anymore I'd like you to think of me As somebody you'd put your teeth in for Lipitor, boxer shorts, snoring and the waterfall What more am I asking for? Finally, it's crumbling The piggy mask, nice meeting you here after all I'd like you to think of me As somebody you'd put your pants on for Lexipro, lots of laughs, lovely in your dreaming eyes Leaving you the way you are And while you sleep, old butterfly Shall I go to the mirror That hides the medicine and holds the pig within? The cabinet is crumbling The piggy mask isn't working for me anymore I'd like me to think of you As someone who I'd put my face on for Primrose oil, inner soles, soaking up the lavender What more are you asking for?