oh clarabelle this picture I'm being forced paint of you
it feels nothing like the lover I once slept beside
been trying for days but I couldn't seem to spread the flames
the only thing I seem to do is make my floor an ashtray
you were so selfish & inconsiderate but heaven knows I miss you now
you were something so much less and more but I'll never know you now

sweet confused child I wrote this song just for you
it feels just like the last few months I only slept to your side...

ehh... sleeping pills and wine, night.