she's beautiful she's perfect she's made of stardust

her heart is made of gold but it's light and it begins to rust

her wary eyes flee love whenever they chase lust

to the bitter words of fire her fingers readjust

under the heat and the pain in their lives she buries her guts

and all the laughs the songs and lies all the smiles she still trusts

she breaks away from yesterday and crazily cuts

cuts the clouds in nine pieces and drinks their sawdust

"***** the stars, ***** the moon," the innocence in her cussed

she grabbed the sun blew it up and violently fussed

fussed about the whereabouts of the ages of just

she clung on to the summer breeze but fell with the ghosts

she cries and laughs and screams and cheers before she combusts

and that's how her heart of gold started to rust

she's beautiful she's perfect she's made of layers of dust