with nicotine nails and coke-red eyes. she said. believe you me, i don't want to die. he softly touched her cheek. girl, it's gonna be alright. and they embraced in the lie. it's a quarter to ten, where could she be? we're all biting our lips cuz we're thinking the same damn thing. then she stumbles into the door. there's vomit on her chest and she's spitting blood all over the floor. you think this dance is over? think again. this is war, these are mines and yes, those are your friends. and your cup it runneth over with love to give. so show me heart. so show me soul. just show me anything at all. now imagine a cold, bleak day. all that was red is replaced with rhino gray. so it's dust to dust on a holiday. i guess it takes all kinds. please be strong. carry on. don't be long. and honey come home