Little girl, you are carbon-copy beautiful.
Faded around the edges like a downward smile
Like a photographic accident
A lucky one, no less?
And maybe you lack the stars that make their homes in my eyes
Maybe you're the volume turned down.
But those open arms that accept you never held me quite as close.
Because I can hold back?
I can smile with sincerity because I am buried treasure
But your enigmatic nature is just a façade that you didn't even create.
Yeah,
I drank the poison but I didn't feel better
I drank the poison but I didn't feel better
I drank the poison but I didn't feel better
And I'm handing the vial off to you.
So unwillingly. |