warm wolves milking mary
in the skull of a girl made of flowers
my angels gone crazy
as her heart is being devoured
i treated you badly and
don't want to be forgiven
forgot the taste of candy
right after i lost all vision
the leaves are growing older
in the dark i lie here beneath them
the sun smiles as it gets colder
more than once or twice
i have asked him
"why can't i stop thinking
and live pretty just like a flower?"
i question while i'm still drinking
and not kissing your eyes at this hour
