i am 15. you are 32.
i've been scheming, fighting hard for you.
i'm a playwright and you're a fashion queen.
but you are cold now, just like a machine.
and i don't ever wanna change, change the way i feel.
the stars look down on where she laid and make me feel ashamed.
you drink too much. i do too many drugs.
they say "sleep safe", but you can't get enough.
take me, make me anything you choose.
love me and touch me. kiss away the blues.
one more pill and i'll be free, free to ride away.
float down to the undertow and fade to black and grey.