Aug 28, 2006 21:05
You look so pretty, digging your grave
you look so pretty, what's left to save?
Big bad word spell it with four letters
Nothing to say, you've got nothing to say
Oh my God, your words are out of balance
Nothing to say, you've got nothing to say
Along her vain parade
Along her veins
All of seventeen
Eyes a purple green
Treated like a queen
She was on borrowed self-esteem
She would do her dance
A painful masquerade
Spinning you into her web
Along her vain parade
In her uniform
Studded brass and steel
Kissing napkin lipstick stains
And smearing sincerity
Along her vain parade
Along her veins
Time crept up on her
She's early gray
Her reflection looks concerned
And flowers hit her grave