Robert Lowell
And Sylvia Plath
We walk together
Down the primrose path
Side by side
And each by each
You watch yourself
Until you're out of reach

Now you're split in two
And each side still isn't you
And you know how that sounds
But it keeps being true

Robert Lowell
And Sylvia Plath
It's nice if you ignore the aftermath
On your right
The verse, the rhyme
On the left
A ghoulish pantomime

Now you're split in two
And each side still isn't you
And you know how that sounds
But it keeps being true

And what's to become of me?
What am I doing here?

Robert Lowell
And Sylvia Plath
Paint and plaster, stripped down
To the lath
One now broken
One now dust
Victim of a
Mental wanderlust

Now you're split in two
And each side still isn't you
And you know how that sounds
But it keeps being true

And what's to become of me?
What am I doing here?

Copyright: Downtown Music Publishing
Writer(s): Aimee Mann