You won’t ruin the sunshine you left glowing on her fingers
They must think it’s dirty, but a work of art can’t be understood
With the pieces they left to light up what you thought you had
The necklace you still keep is just a memory, so careless and rude
If they begin to forget the audacious vivacity that you provide
Don’t wait for another phone call to ring in the middle of the night
The frustration in acrylic veins, alabaster failure they pursued
You gave second chances for the third time, but what if they don’t even want to?