Who's saving you next, little girl?
That beautiful boy who offers you ******* and breakfast?
Or the woman at the store who stares as you pass by
Tries to catch the scent of your hair
Wants to hold the sparkle of you eye
You
You just want to be heard
That's why you never talk when you're sober but
When you're drunk you always fall in love
And in the morning you have anxiety attacks
Can't make eye contact
Yeah girl, you're so pretty
Pretty like the flies who lay their eggs on dead things

Her beauty is like a condemned man's last smoke,
A burning gasp of life,
To have her, to lose her,
Each poignant moment must be stolen,
And swiftly savored,
Caging kisses,
And
Adding to the queasy stomach graveyard,
For butterflies of hope,
She's in love with loss,
Not I,
Yet I  can not let her go.