You are cordially invited to have a tea party in my cardboard castle.
I'll do you're makeup, we can play dress up and get high,
eat inedible concoctions from the microwave... but you'll have to hold my hand
because I'm so afraid of the radioactive waves.
We can get into a knife fight, but I’ll just let you get me. I'll roll over and let the blade kill me.
You can bury me in a crayon colored box, a child's casket lusters with lost possibilities.
Our shrine can be left to the elements to collapse under the gathering mold,
but either way i promise,
even hidden in the cellar,
old memories will fade with sunless decay

I am the modern tinkerbell, suicidally flying
in this sugar enduced realm of hell
But I was born a unicorn
Once the car was the child's casketed bed
If you ever hurt me
I could unintentionally burn it all down
It'd be jerk-knee.