Burn my Mona Lisa
I would like another chance
To put stars in her eyes,
Fire pipes in the sky
And bra** knuckles on her hands.
She can breathe
She can see
When you’re not watching.
Throw away my letters
I would like another shot
To put a shine in your smile
Make your nights worthwhile
Like I’m with you when I’m not
I disappear and reappear.
I’m made of magic.
Shred yr photo albums
They’re not gonna save anything.
Petty moments in a grave.
Toss yr newborn baby.
He deserves a better path
Than an Ambien dream
Filled with Vicodin dreams
Predetermined to relapse
Spending weekends in the bath.
He can breathe through the cheeks of the tauntaun.