Just another pretty face fadding melting into the back walls seeping into the cracks of the floor boards. Always taking love for granted but your sweet scent will stay forevermore. My love will grow cold it will rot and curdle. Simple lines have crossed the weary paths..now they unfold into the sun. Children still do as they are told...but your pretty face just melts into the folds of humanity and the sweet surreal sanity takes you by surprise and opens your tired old eyes. Now we can come together again like new rain and we will beat again in the same vein but less vain because a pretty face has been slain from only the weathers of time...an