Kids with no feet, a rose without hands
And my dainty dainty plans
Folded oh so neatly behind the bend
Trouble it seems, too fair at the least
I've got all reasons to believe
Things are withering oh so terribly
Love, I've had a vision of your crippling reform
It's paper thin assembled at the thorn
Kings without drugs, teens without smugs
The make up is by far the only color that remains awhile
Poseurs and crimes, awash in their spell
The candy talks like hosts
Smitten with their own derivative
Love, I've had a vision of your crippling reform
It's paper thin assembled at the thorn
Love, I've had a vision of your gentle au revoir
Unstable and such temperamental lore