"It's a shame,"
A mother  says to her daughter,
"that such pretty girls think such dark things."

But there it is --
The very reason why us girls think thoughts so dark:
There is beauty in death.

As soon as we're gone,
People suddenly want us.
Celebrities will pray for the poor young lost soul,
We'll suddenly be beautiful in everyone's eyes --
And everyone will want to be our friend.

Suddenly those bullies want forgiveness,
And your out-of-your-league crush likes you back.

You'll never age -- a constant beauty.
You'll be pure -- negativity buried with your body.
You'll be smart -- the one "with the bright future."

Suddenly we're wanted,
Missed
Mourned
Loved
We've gotten all we've been searching for!
But what good does it do us,
if we'll never feel the suns warmth again?
Never again to catch loose snowflakes,
Or smell the spring dafodils?

If you can bring yourself to never laugh again,
To never kiss again,
To never dream again,
Then it's on you.
But don't tell me you'll go without regret:

Maybe you'd still be alive if someone told you sooner?

You're saving my life, you know.
Right now.
You do sometimes, and I never tell you
Cause you don't need to do anything huge.
Sometimes when I talk to you I need it desperately
And you don't always have to know when it's happening.
Just... Sometimes you save my life.
And I figured this time instead of being quiet about it until after,
I'd say thanks.
So thanks.
Underneath I think I'm having a rough time.
But I don't know,
Because nothing else matters when I talk to you  
Just... Yeah, thanks.

I think I left my heart
In the pocket of the jeans
I threw to wash
My emotions
Are in the center console
Of my truck
I left my love
On top of your dresser drawer
Along with my pack of stoges
And all the *****
I've ever given
I threw into the ocean
To finally be washed away

Every time he slips his tongue in my mouth,
It brings back the memories of sitting on my bedroom floor
And sliding my father's pistol in between my teeth.

Same concept.