baby doll , doll faced.


picture perfect , I smirk and ruin it
stains on my shoes from the days of wrath
back from california and starting a new
closely nearing the darkest path
I close my eyes and Imagine the dew
the dew of the morning from sweet september
lying in my bed of black balloons
floating alway like sunday's moon
sins and tragedies happen like
the making of spoons
too soon , too soon
wanting to be able to say that was then
having the time of my life
feeling the rain on my skin reminds me of
my youth , she says lost in confusion
negative creep , negative creep
I'm so sick of being the negative creep
this is your life , it's time for me to
well , decide :)