When your dad finally,
Buys you your hand gun,
I'll carve your name,
Into the bullets and
Place my head on the target.
You've killed me so many times now,
Let's just make it permanent.
And with the bullet and
You name there and
My eyes on you
the whole time,
There will be no doubt
You will be the last thing
Ever going through my head.

I said "People always leave,"
And you said those were
silly people from our
silly, beat up town.
You said that I needent worry
Because we were so much more
than that,
But look at us now
You've left
And I'm still right here.

When you left,
I tore everything apart,
To find my old journals,
And search for you,
My first words of you,
the words you wrote back,
And I found them.
I found them and you're everywhere,
Everywhere in them,
Everywhere in me,
So where are you now?

"The Girl With The Pink Hair"
Will always be dedicated to you,
For giving me a reason to live,
When I thought I didn't have one.

I remember when we were in the shower after the first trip to the sauna, and you got down on one knee and asked me to marry you. And maybe we should have ran far away from this hellhole town right then and there and maybe got hitched in Vegas and got our apartment and published our books because I think we would still be happy if we had left right when you asked.

The weight is dropping off my body,
Like rain rolls off the roof,
My skin is growing tighter,
Like the rope of a noose,
Tight against my rib cage,
The skin forms lips, a pout;
I keep growing smaller,
To get my heart out.

I know the rules,
She has never heard them,
I am colourful, a vibrant ball,
She is bland, dull, tall,
She knows you now,
I know now and past,
She knows not of how you drink,
I know when you've had your last,
I am passion and power,
She is quiet and demure,
She is fat,
And I am thin,
Yet I am out,
And she is in.