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  • ophelia

    8 Apr 2003

    sweet appalachia could not calm her
    and her god was out to lunch
    so what else could she turn to?
    every friday gin and blood

    with her finger down her throat
    and no one caring where she was
    what could keep Ophelia smiling?
    every friday gin and blood

    out in nowhere
    where the nobodies roam
    gin to loosen your mind
    blood to let your body go

    despite her sunday saviour
    she would always come undone
    dear Ophelia's little secret?
    every friday gin and blood

    though her voice was golden velvet
    she was always on the run
    dear Ophelia loved destruction
    every friday gin and blood

    out in nowhere
    where the nobodies roam
    gin to loosen your mind
    blood to let your body go

    drowning freely in depression
    always hiding from the sun
    dear Ophelia played denial
    every friday gin and blood

    it was obvious to others
    that she was the chosen one
    but Ophelia only wanted
    every friday gin and blood

    you can feel her speak in roses
    you can see her breathing life
    dear Ophelia, dear Ophelia
    fell in love with suicide