I'd cross the ocean for a heart of gold.

[themiscmuskrat]

Her frozen breath
Her crystal meth
Her eyes are fake
Her skull will bake

She radiates of nicotine
She's soaking up the party scene
A cigarette between her hips.
My hands were once upon her lips.

I'll sing a long to birthday songs
But she can only stay so long
The forecast is for darkened skies
enveloped in her lullabies.

I'm listening to nothing,
but looking into something.
Will she ever know?