turning smoke and ash...
turning smoke and ash into the dreams of her hair and nail explosion
and swinging around to find bat teeth strung like diamonds from her guitar
singing of love and her cross road crosses in loneliness at the bay bridge in the dawn fog
all cords seemed to calling her suicide off into the water
with wailing moans of envy
you wanted to jump in and pull them back to her baked as crab cakes
for her breakfast seeing happiness left her feeling drained and alone
i couldn't bare the thought she'd have to talk to someone
with a twinkle that read life out loud.
if i could turn her buckles into harmony
i think she'd kill me