Here's to the girl who will always be second best,
Running late for her dreams, tired and under-dressed,
I light up a cigarette and sit on the bed,
Faded moments of last night flicker through my head,
I feel her stir so slightly but she doesn't wake,
I let her sleep a little longer for her sake,
It seems she got drunk again and we ****** again,
And I'll go on like it didn't happen again,
She's like a wild flower, but everybody knows,
A pretty little flower but she's no one's rose,
No one notices, she fades, as they pass her by,
Not a dream, not disillusioned, she wonders why,
She's far from the one I love but I took her home,
So neither of us had to spend the night alone,
Ashen hair and cracks in her pale dusty lips,
A slur to her words and bruises lining her hips,
She smells like an ashtray and tastes like old beer,
She is drifting somewhere between there and here,
Perhaps she can see she has lost all direction,
Perhaps she sleeps away all her recollection,
I'm sorry she's not enough to love in the day,
She's no ones first choice but for her, second's okay.

White flowers turn red
In a vase of blood; dead
Don't cry child, don't cry
For flowers wilt and die
But pain will live in us
Until our bodies turn to dust
I'm dead now, I'm leaving
It' okay love, stop breathing
For on the other side we'll lie
As white flowers die

She wakes again in blinding sunlight
From gentle dreams of black and white
She hides her eyes, embraces her plight
Her breath laced with the gin of last night

Hair knotted, lips cracked, she smells like smoke
Cigarettes for breakfast make her choke
She still sometimes laughs though she's the joke
She's tired, she's wasted and her heart's broke

She watches in silence and dreams her days
Chiming the hours as she wasted away
She gave up her virtue to feel loved for a day
She's playing her part in her dreamers ballet

If you kissed me in the dark with your lips tasting
Of alcohol and smoke on your breath I might fall in love
Perhaps not forever or even until we saw the sun,
But for one moment in our fleeting lives.
I'd give you my body so take it, **** it, hold me
As we sleep off a night we might not remember tomorrow.
When you wake up I'll be gone; you will never realise
But I left a little piece of my soul imprinted on yours.
And though I can not have you when we touch the day,
And though my heart belongs to everyone and no one,
Remember, for one moment,
I was yours, yours completely and yours alone

Bury the bodies all in roses,
Crimson flowers bloomed and died
You held me for a moment
I didn't make it but I tried

Bury my body in the autumn
So I may sleep through winters cold
Kiss my lips, still and quiet
And know I shall not grow old

Bury her body in the sunrise
So she may see only the light
Let the fires consume her whole
In her sweet eternal night

Bury our ghosts all inside you
So our hearts may find their peace
Follow us into the ether
To a deep and dreamless sleep

Bury yourself far out in the desert
Where your bones will not be found
And remember, a million miles away
Where I lay beneath the ground

Bury me beneath the roses
Bury me before my time
Think only of what we could've been
Not of how I didn't survive

The cracks in the side-walk at the end of the road
We've walked for many years, lost our way back home

I wonder, as this ride comes to an end
It was fun while it lasted, but we know it’s all pretend

I’ll walk away with a smile to the world
The memories disappear, as we close and lock the door

Nothing lasts forever, everybody fades
Sand through the hourglass as life slips away

When you leave me, I'll bury you and all inside
Petrified forever in memory still alive

As the days bleed together since you said goodbye
Maybe we'll live forever, in another life...

Butterfly landed upon my arm
Touched just once then flew away
Yet trapped in the cage of memories
To remain engraved until I fade

Lives linked through thoughtless sight
And meaningless for one dies so young
But does not leave for the other, kissed
Yet not missed, taste upon thy tongue

Perfection created by not man nor god
Pictures and poems can’t replace
The Idealised of ones eternity
Written upon the others face

Beloved, said but I was not
For wings of butterflies yearn to fly
Alive and caught within a moment
If perhaps it lives longer than I.