Mirth

You're a pretty little thing
Your heart's full to the brim
Your hair is full of flowers
Your teeth tied up with string

Honey in your eyes
Your breath a lullaby
Your gait a bit awkward
And your soul navigating

Your unfamliarity is familiar to me
Decay in your eyes
Heavy red stain, sublime taste
You're losing your shine
(Friendship is faux)
Love is a sickly thing
Love is a sickly thing

Lalalalalala

Wondering if you're slowly losing your sanity in profanity
But you dance impressively hand in hand with fear
Look around you
It's terrifying
And half illuminating
*Instrumental*

You're a pretty little thing
Your heart's full to the brim
Your hair is full of flowers
And your teeth tied up with string

Honey you're unkind
And impatient with the world
But there's no harm in splitting 7 times a day
Until you find your resting
And love becomes a natural thing