Her facade is old and dusty. Never mind her.
That for years she has been shaking it, shaking it out.
It is how it is, ruined with unuse. And just as well
Because paper masks don't go well with dangerous things
Like fire. She is a dangerous thing. Precariously fierce and power-giddy.
In a rush over having what somebody doesn't. Waterfall blood
And explosion mentalities. Rubies and emeralds
In the eyes of a pretty dagger, a deadly flower, but more destructive than those
Because she is a dangerous little jar full of words
And she can so easily go back on her promises to the ones who took her
As a poisonous thing in delicate costume. She brings
Beautiful words that carry upset. Angry icy droplets.
It must be that with all the time she has spent on this she could see the snow.
Wonderful bright cold sparks. But she is on the brink of oblivion,
The edge of self-destruct, and all glows red with her.
She is a glass princess, fragile and beautiful and holding together
Nought but cutlass shards of molten marble.
She's just that much too far gone, almost insane
Just a little mad girl in a world full of airplanes
And there's no way she could beat her wings to your altitude
But she sees the point in little nothings
And she sees you and you see her
And she's a little mad girl chasing airplanes
And you let her, you know her heart too well not to overwhelm her.
She scares you accidentally
Scared, you are in this world just as she
Used to be
That as soon as words come out, she can be branded just like them,
That as soon as she can talk, she's convinced of incorrectly
She's not made for the world as it is and
That's why she's afraid, shivering in silence that she made
Wondering whether she should reply
But too far gone to realise
You're already gone, that's how it works,
She's clinging to the lost instead of holding hurts
Wishing wonder gone until she wants it, wants it back...
And nothing really works, so stop keeping her
Selfish stronger airplane holding her heart not on purpose
Floating down the river as she dreams worse things
She's a frightened, distant, taken little mad girl
And she's a bite to us, a slash, a cut, five hundred tiny knives
And needle eyes, commas and parentheses waiting to exclaim
With their everything unanswered. She's losing herself into
Too many unattentive losses. And one long anticipated after
One big mistake in
Letting herself want you, take it, fix me, break her...
And her dangerous side is full of words
And that's why we can fear her
Because she can have anything she wants. Because she can do anything she likes.
She can change the world, the words, the rest of us to help her tell her lies.
But you have taught her the difference between good and her
So she's not going back to the brightest fallen one
She'll be her own fallen angel from now on
She won't be lost till you say that she's on her own
And even then, even so,
She knows you'll never let her go
So so so...
Because you know the song, you know she's wrong
You have the clearest idea of worlds gone
And you're so still here,
So sane, no fear of things you can be made into
And you don't mind generalizations like she does
You don't cry at mispronunciations like she could
She won't go like you would
But she's not gonna lose either
She'll follow airplanes
On her own wings
Until she finds