Nothing left with which to heal
all her fairy dust is gone...

Hang off the edge of the bed,
look at the world in a topsey-turvey way...

Critisize a little harder,
I know just how that feels...

Can sweetness kill a girl?
if so, kill me now...

A different scarlet artist
collapses into herself...

Too-hot sidewalk,
crumbling down...

The tired clock's fingers reach,
reach for the stars, reach into space...

Unworthy of sweet dream wishes
do you ever wonder if it keeps me up at night...

Cry yourself a puddle,
fill your glass with these tears...

When did these rose-colored glasses
tint to a too-dark grey...

Stillness of almost night,
a twilight of the ugly kind...

Oh, bitter two A.M.:
staring too hard at daisy sheets...