[Intro — whispered] Leave the lid a little open. [Verse 1] I've got a painted little smile. It never needs a rest. You sit me up for company. I try to look my best. The strings run underneath my shirt. They tighten when you call. You leave me where the guests can't see, My face against the wall. [Pre-Chorus] If I don't cry, you check my meds. If I do, I'm “not myself.” Can't I have a fucking feeling Without it meaning something else? [Chorus] ToyBox, ToyBox, Tell me what to do. Pull a little harder. I can cry on cue. Painted smile, broken heart, Lay me on my side. You get bored and close the lid. I'm still awake inside. [Verse 2] You ask how many hours I slept Before you say hello. I give you all the numbers first. That's how our visits go. No soul behind the plastic eyes— At least, that's what you see. I lie here trying not to cry Till you need tears from me. [Pre-Chorus] If I don't cry, you check my meds. If I do, I'm “not myself.” Can't I have a fucking feeling Without it meaning something else? [Chorus] ToyBox, ToyBox, Tell me what to do. Pull a little harder. I can cry on cue. Painted smile, broken heart, Lay me on my side. You get bored and close the lid. I'm still awake inside. [Bridge — nearly spoken] The strings don't need your hands now. I pull them like you taught. You get to say, “I didn't know.” I live inside what you forgot. [Final Chorus] ToyBox, ToyBox, Tell me what to do. Pull a little harder. I can cry on cue. Painted smile, broken heart, Lay me on my side. You get bored and close the lid. I'm still awake inside. [Outro — whispered] Leave the lid a little open. Please.
