Pills on the table
Pills working on my mind
Rummaging through the medicine cabinet for a cure to something that can't be treated
Searching for something that I will never be able to find
In the hunt I look in the mirror
A brief recognition of my reflection helps me realize
in the medicine cabinet there is no such thing as a piece of mind

Bones of an abandoned body
Flowers peeking through his ripped jeans  
Roses growing on his abandoned body
A garden of neglect
Sun kissed skin and doe brown eyes
God he's got everyone hypnotized
Lifeless he may be but he's got eyes full of life
He's just an
abandoned body
With different figures warming his bed every night
his skin stays cold as ice
Watering his garden of angsty nerves
Swaying to blues and red wine
drinking whiskey
  all the girls fall for his charm
Leaving them with ripped jeans and
An empty bed of flowers

Grinding teeth
Leading to my own decay
I try to forget your memory
But it leads me back to the thought
Of my fingertips tracing your body
like a map
Trailing it like the geographical treasure it is
From the steep hills of your collarbones
To the missing patches of your ripped jeans
Stitch it back together along with the empty holes of our torn adolescent dreams