picking glass from tired feet
your little life on the wrong side of the street
it feels like yesterday
because it was yesterday
a star is born...
a star dies...
breathing to find...
the bluest eyes
won some and lost some
lissome and loathsome
nubile and clean
doesn't mean what i want it to mean
trade fragrant floors and a gated garden
a new young god and a heart to harden
the world at large isn't good enough for me
fall apart under some young moon...
just leave me be...
prisoners of love and strangers in the night
erased by the years of pretty petty fights
tried to put it back together
but nothing fits
can only smile so far
before my bottom lip splits
take two pictures off your mirror
get some sleep and call me next year
"please don't cry, i'd like to die
just turn around and say goodbye"
i've got something in my eye...
it's just something in my eye
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