starsandsmokes

... well the pills i got, they ask me "let's go out for a while" and the knives up in the kitchen, are all too dull to smile, and the sun it tries to warn me, boy those wings are made of wax. while the things i do to kill me they just help me to relax. but oh cinderella, all dressed up in all your boots, and all of your charms. i'm not the fellow to protect you, or to keep you from all of your harm. and i don't know which is worse, to wake up and see the sun, or to be the one that's gone. and the empty bottle is misses you, yet and i'm the one that it's talking to. and with you and i just barely strangers, i'm pretty much just left a fool. but damn don't the streets feel empty though, just wandering around here without you. oh the empty bottle it misses you, yet and i'm the one that it's talking to. and i don't know which is worse, to wake up and see the sun, or to be the one that's gone...