Pretty followers placed in black vases, carrying long thorn stems and multiple faces…shining for others when the sun is down, while dropping petals in front of my feet before they touched the ground.Oh your new tunes were shiny and gold, but I should have known better, the familiarizes proved they were old. That trickful bit was real good to my ears, it exposed mywounds and gave you all of my tears…but I see you now…yes through that black vase…so close your mouth, and cover your second face. Your place is long gone and I’ve tipped over the vase…now savor it, you should…but don’t look for the base…I’m sure it was good…but that was your last half assed taste.