Burnt orange sparks
Dance in the dead of dark
They're twirling and they turn
They will all slowly die from
Their eternal damning burn
And no matter what will come
Their deathly kiss
Will be ultimately met with
Your shaking finger tips
A fast moving fist
To your numbing lips

You get lost in the radio abyss
Your feet beat without a miss
You realize you haven't ate today
Don't listen to the constant pain
Your empty stomach will say
You've made your bed to be lain
You can go so much longer
You want to pull your hair
But you don't need a finger
Hunger is only fair

You'll be beautiful enough someday
The price is a tortured paid
You've come such a long way
The past creeps back in blinding haze

Now you've made a new mess
But you can always put on a new white dress
Everyone gets new pairs of white shoes
You do too if you so choose