smells; incense; a candle burning; chemicals mask your room
it's happening too soon
blood red thighs; more like rolling eyes, and a painted smile that won't be found anytime soon


you say you've found it, no you've just lost it, and now you'll cop it right where it hurts the most
you say "he's ok and he's for always" and you know it, yeah you know it

do you?

his hearts elastic; your heart is plastic

his hips are hoping; your head is broken
and it's all fine watching it from the edge
until you're pulled in


in his final moments you will howl and cry for all the time lost; your stupid thought process
once you say those words, it's heard; HIS FIRST, YOU'RE THIRD

but it never really mattered

his heart's elastic; your heart is plastic

his hip's are hoping; your head is broken
and it's all fine watching it from the edge
until you're pulled in


photos of hollie and michael are lovely
but their love is hardly coincidental

and wondering and thinking, well, thats just fine
until you ask "where's mine?"


she can't wait another single second
grey hairs, wrinkles and moles are starting to form; with no-one to tell her
confiding her loneliness to her mother resulted in the abuse of cheap red wine

and the thought

"no-one will hold me when i'm dying"