strangers unite in an awkward forced clash
she sinks below as he still reeks of cash
moving together like OJ and whipped cream
pretty inside but the taste makes her scream
bitter to taste but the colour's all there
terrified rumours are stuck in her hair.
kisses, free hugs, and the whole human race
triplets exceeding the flow of her grace
happiness sits in the jar that you put it in
loneliness crawling beside just to slip right in
silky smooth dresses and greenback wallpaper
she's reaching so high with the people who shape her.
pour out the milk on the floor of the kitchen
orange juice will sour before starting to thicken
slipping in wealth with an old net to catch her
biting the tip of her tongue with his stature
empty inside, her still brain will soon curdle
but loved by that man, her nude lips won't go purple.