There's poison in my drinking glass, don't stop just sip it down
And in a swirling masquerade of sound my body hits the ground
I'm beautiful when I'm asleep
Martini kisses land on my blistered, bloody scarlet lips
The bottle's in my hand
Burn out, not fade away
I'll speak in riddles, so you can understand
I'll draw in pencil, so you can trace with pen
So in love with me, like sand to wet feet
I'll write both our names into the wet concrete
We're glistening like silver spoons, beneath the summer night
Oh, can you smell the subtle hint of frost as the flowers start to cry
The autumn winds are bringing graves to all the emerald trees
They're so beautiful in their dismay, the colors slowly bleed