Last Love Song

Looking to a broken picture frame she smiles --
She won`t fall pathetically, she`ll fall with style;
So she takes a permanent marker and draws --
A broken heart over where her former heart was.

She picks up the phone and starts to dial --
To hear an old familair voice -- it`s been awhile,
And she`ll listen for a chaotic heartbeat to quit,
She`ll feel accomplished, but she won`t admit it.

She`ll bring you to your knees, begging for more --
But she`ll leave you again, like all the times before;
She turns on the radio and cranks it up real loud,
Pretending to be singing in front of a loving crowd.

But her ideal crowd is one where you`re dead,
Because you`re smiling face is stuck in her head,
And to see your pale white face and dull blue eyes;
Would make up for the pain of all your petty lies.

"This is a song for all the teenage girls out there,
Who keep a body count for their angst and just don`t care;"
She screams at the top of her lungs, pulls her hair;
"This is the last love song -- dedicated to boys no longer there."

-Jenna Elphick
September 10, 2007