leather and lace
look at her beautiful face
she wants to be a witch
she wants to be forgotten

her makeup gradually
becomes more and more post-mortem
as the days keep on piling up
and
she knows she's doing something right
when she gets the strange looks
from the passerby

she carries her guitar
like a mother carries her newborn baby
and strums the strings
just like her lover makes her feel
after a long day

and one day
that lover rips her heart out and splits it in two
resulting in her happiness dying
and now she's forgotten
and he refers to her as "that witch *****"
and now she doesn't play guitar like she used to
because her motivation is gone
and not only is her makeup post-mortem
but that leather and lace girl
with the beautiful face
is now six feet under
the ground