Dance one more song on trembling lips
And seep into the eyes of a coward.

Put to rest his show and tell body
And break a streak of half-baked hearts.
Illusions of life are crueler than
Revelations of death
So put to rest the pursuits of dead ends
And pity the starving rats

Twist his blunt wrap soul
Into a long awaited sober promise
And give his words a life behind tangible lies.
Cruel intentions spark up the only honest attempts
So set fire to the liars soul
And pray for those who believed

Remember the kisses from a Prozac smile
And know this is the last of love.