Ghosts Don't Need Makeup.

How fast are we going, material girl?
The shadows dive past as I sleep
Through streams of a liquid world.

I trust that you will always keep
Me sliding off my spine
As the speed becomes steep.

Buy me vodka and you cheap wine
We will vomit green olives and pearls
In a perfectly straight line.

~

Return to the car crash left in the snow
And then take 10 paces north
There should be the perfect place to hang yourself
Your lipstick will fall in the snow
I would pick it up but oh no
Ghosts don't need makeup