This is your life, love; ending minute by minute,
A cigarette's kiss with no fire left in it.
You bloom like a rosebud in the Hollywood haze,
Chasing forever through borrowed bouquets.

Time slips its hands round your soft throat,
Beautiful as the lies in a suicide note.
You dance in the dark with memories you once knew,
Life is fleeting and darling, so are you.

Golden and gone in the blink of an eye,
Perfume lingers with your half-written cry.
You wanted to burn, just not flicker and fade,
But the stars never weep for the mess that they made.

Of all of the hearts that you tried to outrun,
None of them stayed to see you undone.
So sip on your sorrow, it’s vintage and blue;
This is your life, and it’s leaving you too.