Overdressed in a box with it's life overhead. Its friends are in snapshots. I would hate if the last time I was ever seen Was from beggars on their knees. I lived in between a funeral home and childrens park. Out one window I saw laughter. Out the other I saw suits. Spare them the sight of a body all used. Comfortably laid in clothes you would never wear. Your eyes are closed shut, even though they cannot see. They broke a bone or two just to adjust the body. Once had a doll that was pure as the snow in thread. The bags under her eyes, they matches clothes that were chosen Just to compensate how terribly they shined. She was a prize that made the sun And the moon fight over Which one would cast the shadow. Which one would keep her company. I fooled myself in thinking I knew you. But all I know were glassy eyes, Is this the way you gain your youth? A sweet hangover at my service. Go so far under the influence You'll make blacker bags under your eyes. So far you become underground. So far you will never realize Your a diamond in a world of coal.