Life in Fastforward

The pills that she ate
Came a couple years too late
While she had serious issues
Too little time to waste on you.

She drinks vodka like water and absinthe like gin,
She throws herself vaguely from skin to skin
She chooses to breathe in methane.
Yet it still doesn’t dull her internal pain.

She does these things accidentally on purpose
Let’s make believe there’s a soul beneath the surface.
If it were any colder she wouldn’t feel the rage.
If she were any older they’d tell her to act her age.

Watch helplessly as she’ll crash and burn.
If she’s lucky she might eventually learn
Don’t question why she acts like she’s in a full body cast.
You’ll be sorry that you dared to ask.

She owns cupid’s arrows, salvaged from the dumpster.
She’ll lie through her teeth until its no fun because you trust her.
She feeds on your anger, she’s glad your offended
Never caring when she’d scolded or reprimanded

She’s never felt sorry, she’s without a single guilt pang
How many times must she say she loves you until you guess it doesn’t mean a thing?
It fills her prescriptions that keep her heart from growing.
She wears an overcoat in all weather to keep herself from showing

Her stories one that’s been told a hundred times before
She grew up to fast. Time? She wishes for more
How many wishes does she still have to fix the way it ends?
How long do you think it will take to put a girl like this back together again?