Overdressed in a box with it's life overhead
It's friends are in snapshots
I would hate if the last time I was ever seen
Was from beggars on their knees
I lived in between a funeral home and childrens park
Out one window I saw laughter
Out the other I saw suits
Spare them the sight of a body all used
Comfortably laid in clothes you would never wear
Your eyes are closed shut, even though they cannot see
They broke a bone or two just to adjust the body
Once had a doll that was pure as the snow in thread
The bags under her eyes, they matches clothes that were chosen
Just to compensate how terribly they shined
She was a prize that made the sun and the moon fight over which one would cast the shadow
Which one would keep her company
I fooled myself in thinking I knew you
But all I know were glassy eyes,
Is this the way you gain your youth?
A sweet hangover at my service
Go so far under the influence you'll make blacker bags under your eyes
So far you become underground
So far you will never realize your a diamond in a world of coal