I Remember how the party was clear as day
Sneaking out and looking to fade away
Lighting a cigarette with red wine
(Pabst Blue Ribbon on ice)
Sweet sixteen and she had arrive
Fixing her dress as she whispered hi, hi
Never knew how she made it so far
Teachers said she'd never make it out alive
There she was my new best friend
casual smoke filled the festive air
While she starts to laugh, holding her shaded lipstick in her other hand
Oh Ana, how I love those guys

I am not human, I am a star and this is the part where I burn out.

You know it's over when the scents you used to love now starts to stink.
        How once you adored every brief blow of air as it bled from his neck- as it drugged you like that favorite dose of ecstasy that always sent you to forbidden dimensions you never thought existed.

      When the touch of corrupted flesh once warm- like a dip in a hot spring in the middle of autumn now feels like an avalanche of arctic winds.

        And the eyes that once stared down at you with fascination and lust, now drowns you with depths of apathy.

        Looking back to the countless wasted midnights you both once shared and how you wrecked yourself every night in the memory of it, now you cant even remember why your heart throbbed for him in the first place.