Ask around,
It's Candy's last day.
Pills in her pockets,
There's a smile on her face
Now and then her eyes glaze
& she waves.
See her cry
But not very hard
A short stab of something
Slips under her guard
And blocks the sound of pa**ing cars
And stops the wound-up stars.
Candy's kiss is a red weal
Slow slip & sweet spill
Candy's eyes are islands but her hands are gulls
& can't be still
Candy's eyes are islands
In a rising tide.
All ships that sail on her seas
& all planes that fly
Sink below the surface,
Fall down from the sky
Candy's kiss is a red weal
Slow slip & sweet spill
Candy's eyes are islands but her hands are gulls
& can't be still
& fly away
On Candy's last day.