In the end we're all ugly dirt
Why do we watch girls in their prime
Leave them when they're not worth a dime
All the diamonds turn to chert
At first she tastes like a dessert
Then her own taste for cigarettes
Makes her breath stale like cold regrets
You can't find words that wouldn't hurt
During the bittersweet decay
You hear her voice that used to stun
Obscure, an eclipse of the sun
Her body the foul years betray
All this time her perfume lingered
You used to breath in her smell
Now no man brings her back to life
Standing next to her you figured
I'm here to reap the pretty ones
Cradle them in my long deft hands
As a last tide on barren sands
Their souls as good as anyone's
