you smell like blue flowers and taste like gasoline
we went to your dad's funeral and you told me
that you never knew him the way you know me
my heart is made of wet batteries, and the way you
look at me when i cry
oh, lord, we could have built cities in france
and we could have painted paintings in florida
my doctor doesn't get me and my mother doesn't want to
"pink pills will take away the pain" they all say
but why don't they know
that if the pain is gone,  
so am i

finding no rhyme nor reason
trying not to give in to fear
is this just a passing of season
the reason you're no longer here

only faint memory graces these pages
long gone song filled our hearts and our minds
time slipping away with the ages
lost alice...i'm still hoping to find

              ...lost alice
        once stood on this corner

                                   ...lost alice
                                laid open her scars

   ...lost alice
threw caution to the wind

                          ...lost alice
                  do you know where you are

you stood in your whirlwind of poetry
often letting the demons give you a ride
did they come back to pick you up
are they now in the front by your side

"this is what happens when i step off the path"
the last words you tore from life's page
if i knew what door i'd let you out
or are you lost alice...the rest of your days