NYLON You are the last verse in a thousand bitter love songs, Torn from paper sung into void, You're the last call when I aint even numb yet, You're a creepin' flame up my leg, When all I wanted was a warm night, alone. You come just when I need her to, But you never know when to, Quit. You call yourself the apocolypse to my new red hope, yet you offer no misfortune, When you show up at my door, You're everything, and everywhere I look, In lipstick red suicide pumps, Watching in silent gaze, At the matchstick boy, Ablaze. Jason Cruz (strung Out) ^^^^^ I changed some of his lyricalness =p ~two words one choice no regrets~