I see you sitting on a white bed. With every drop of water just outside your window. I hear you humming tunes from your head. You're smiling while your waiting for your star.
She was born at midnight. The moment that the storms came. The ground was thirsty. It was cracked and bare. She was magic and everybody knew it. She had blue eyes and warm golden hair.
This ride. What a ride. What a ride. What a ride. . It hurts and it scars and it aches and it twists. It stalls and it laughs and it balls up its fists.