Rialto

If you were an angel, I would cut off your wings.
To keep you with me, I would do anything.
Like broken bottles, that slip from druken hands,
I've watched my star falling, and shatter on the ground.
First you wash your hair, then you wash your hands.
Oh yeah, I think I understand.
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Untouchable, if I'm not fit,
To even crawl, if I'm too sick,
I'll soak my skin in alcohol, until I feel untouchable.
I blew my chances, as you blowdried your hair.
I thought of my answers, as you walked down the stairs.