Beauty smothered
By a plastic bag
Would you look
Like a pretty aftermath

Lipstick stains on his shirt
Polish on the floor
Polly watching from the door
Keep on whining
Keep on crying
Let the butterflies out
And he keeps talking
In her pink stripes
Sleeping in a queens bed
Exhausted from
Running around
Having fun
Tell the diary all the thoughts
Think it's hidden from the ones you love
You speak
To lock it up and say
What would you say

Beauty smothered
By a plastic bag
Would you look
Like a pretty aftermath

He gets to the door
Mommy
Screaming it down
He keeps playing it down
Till she's unconscious falling down the river
He takes one last picture

Sweetie I love you more than anything in the world
Skin squeezed tight
Eyes tinted blue
Fade out
To the stars
She can reach for mars
As he cries from a moon
Living light years apart
Danger go away"