Baudelaire would've known that stare and wrote it in a poem
I took his words and I took her both inside my home
3 ring circus finger perfect underneath my lips
One of us is losing slowly turning ghostly sliding sliding slip

All she's wearing's jewelry, black socks and a phony tale
All she's wearing's jewelry and I don't see a halo anywhere
It's just entertainment my imagination when I'm scared
jewelry, jewelry- I won't wear her memory for long

She couldn't love me, I know that well
She's not the type to complicate herself like that
no not for me, no not for him, no not right now, she's got bigger plans

Logic knows I shouldn't be this close and that some marks still show
Flattery will get you places only losers go
Hallucinating ecstasy and you wake up too surprised
Take it coldly worry, worry everything might show within your eyes

I wont hold her memory too strong

I couldn't hold her, I know that well
I'm not the type to complicate myself like that
not anymore, no not for her, not anymore, but I can never be sure

I can't expect my friends to understand

How could they, I know that well
They're not the type to complicate themselves like that

Beauty in the sight of God, Jewelry in the sight of God, Ugly in the sight of...