sparkle hearts and unicorns, a simple child's eye
her bedroom asylum, the carnival it cries
snapshot twirls the schoolgirl, emotions split in two
she's the teacher, I'm unstable, and we don't know what it is
but she swears she won't be that lonely
once she has that baby girl
I told her she should keep on dancing
but don't rely on me
because it's been 3 false years since yesterday
shine cold caress- I doubt is OK to have

I'm inclined to stand here looking back
and collect this guilt for correction of my past
I bow to this erotic ice and splash it on my face
while a stale tension put her arms around and smiled
but they swear I won't be that lonely
once I realize what's right
I told 'em spirals are inventive
and I don't put up much fight
because I've got a resume of failure
stained upon my skin to show
when a feather in the mind has died
healing's just begun- erotic ice

it's been 3 false years since yesterday
we don't know what it is
this shine cold caress
I doubt is OK to have

erotic ice and spirals pull me down

I hold a stubborn apology for so long it bleeds