It's painted on my face by now
The smell of turpentine won't take your place this time
I thought I knew how

Criminals with stolen thoughts
Poetry after the pen had dropped
Will your silence ever stop?

Last thoughts ... Forget-me-nots
A fine line from what you bought

I prettied this one up just for you
This box of ammunition's got your name on it, too
It's not kissed to be sealed

Last thoughts....
Forget me

not today.