crossdressed statistics masked in metaphors of happiness
constantly weaving in and out of her hotwired heart
counting down the steps it takes to take a humble breath
it costs more on the street and youre hardly worth a cent
oh my, her eyes are flooding out, shes fleeing from the scene
triumph and a pill, iodine veins or weightloss diet schemes
it takes this long to watch fears materialize from sins
breeding ruthless dogs of war out of timid paper dolls
can you feel it brush against you skin? can you sense a thing?
bottled water, prescription drugs, an endless supply of sympathy.