I am no vessel of perfection.
I'm crazy, unstable and emotional.
My hair never lays quite right.
My clothes aren't the most expensive.

I am no vessel of perfection.
I talk to myself.
I see things that aren't there.
I'm not the skinniest girl ever.

I am no vessel of perfection.
I'm adamant in what I believe.
I'm loud and derranged.
My room is usually messy.

I am no vessel of perfection.
I care too much.
I'm too nice.
I hate school and my grades ****.

I am no vessel for perfection;
and yet, she still seems to think
I am flawless.
I am the sunshine.

She says that I am her world.
She holds me when I cry.
Her kisses make me weak in the knees.
My hands fit perfectly in hers.

She says that I am her world.
She is my last missing puzzle piece.
Her beauty is remarkable.
I don't deserve someone so wonderful.

She says that I am her world;
She says that I am the one.
She asked me to marry her,
and all I could do was gawk.

I am no vessel for perfection;
But for some reason, she seems to think

I make the world go round.

We don't know what time we'll be there
But we won't show up till later
It will all look so much nicer
After all of us arrive

Promise me to pass the time
Dance with me on plastic tears
Kiss me We won't feel alone
Till morning when we disappear

Though we all want to be noticed
There's no need for competition
Cause there's just no way of knowing
Where the camera points tonight

Promise me to pass the time
Dance with me on plastic tears
Kiss me We won't feel alone
Till morning when we disappear

We don't listen to each other
Cause we're all too busy talking
We'll tell lies about each other
Cause the truth is such a bore
With the threat of dawn approaching
And our interest quickly fading
We will stumble home together
As we did the night before

Promise me to pass the time
Dance with me on plastic tears
Kiss me. We won't feel alone
Till morning when we disappear

I am a mess and a masterpiece
I wonder how it feels to fly
I hear my life ticking away
I see the paint eluding the canvas
I want to be free
I am a mess and a masterpiece

I pretend that I am not afraid
I feel like I'm falling to pieces
I touch the glittering sunlight
I worry about my future plans
I cry pools of blue paint
I am a mess and a masterpiece

I understand that not everyone is good
I say a prayer for equality
I dream of a surreal life behind a lens
I try to smile even when it hurts
I hope some day I will be good enough
I am a mess and a masterpiece

A haunting melody
of razorblade to skin
The ghastly sight
of a newly opened wound
A sweet rush of diziness
A symphony of screams

A flood of horrifying visions
A heavy bout of shivers
A heartbeat set ablaze
The lacerations are deepening
The blood is running cooler
The edges are growing darker

A haunting melody
of a shovel in the dirt
The ghastly sight
of an open trench-grave
A sweet rush of a funeral dirge
A symphony of tears

and they're all falling for me

An unfortuate soul

blue lips and

glassy green eyes

Ashen skin and

a still heartbeat

A tightly bound noose

of dad's neckties

A pretty little body

limp and lifeless

The one she loved

cries at her feet

This is where

the tragedy sets in

Clear crystal blue
Marbled colours show
beneath the cascading
ripples of heaving sanity

A feather touch
quickly thrown into a
debilitating stab
that stops your breath

A blood curdling scream
Hummingbird heartbeat
Colour fading from fingertips
Finally some peace and quiet