The bottle's calling my name; chanting threats,
And my breath smells like last night's cigarettes...

Those three girls; strutting through the school,
With their blonde hair and bright almond eyes...

Sirens are blaring; officers arrive in blue,
Walking with bowed heads; words were few...

Picking Daisies; we layed upon a field of gold,
Flashing a milky smile; my hand you began to hold...

Standing at the edge of the earth she screams,
Stumbling toward the end of her broken down...

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Black wheels keep turning on the black top...

Onyx rivers streak down from her eyes,
As she wears away at her pathetic disguise...

He picks up that old bag; holding my pale hand,
With tears in his bright eyes; hands me a gold...

I can see her face painted in your eyes,
I can hear her voice in all of your lies...

"I'm drunk on shadows and baby yours is...
She screams to a spinning bedroom wall...

She stands tall and proud with eyes of blue,
And she paints an ivory smile onto her face...

She can smell the campfire burning,
With the moon shining down on the lake...