Razorwire Smile

You don't speak my name
When it comes to love
I'm the girl half naked
Curled in your sheet
The one who has to whisper
When someone comes to the door
I've become that whore
With the heart of gold
Compliment your flaws
With such convincing words
Razorwire smile
"Yes she sounds nice"
"Maybe you should call her"
And everytime a love song plays
I sit and stare
Dreaming silly girl dreams
Technicolor sunshine
It's never been the same
Since we became "friends"
Now I'm yesterday's trash
With a sweet sour stench
I'm colder than ever now
I know you didn't mean it
But you killed something down deep
This is your usual rant of the jilted one
Lack of sleep
Couples squeal and squeek
Feeding off my negativity
Piranas after the latest kill.

March 2001.