Em I Ess Ess I Ess Ess I PiPi I (Failed Suicide)

Attempted, the way suicide should always go. A banjo trying to be a cello with her feet on the concrete A swinging light bulb trying to be a Japanese lantern Her dress hissing around her thighs Em I Ess Ess I Ess Ess I PiPi I A pale peach color in pink twilight Em I Ess Ess I Ess Ess I PiPi I Untying the brown band in her hair letting it whip a lovely trip To the bottom of the lake she can sink so dramatically The colors tell her a pretty lie Em I Ess Ess I Ess Ess I PiPi I As gorgeous as the red in the sky Em I Ess Ess I Ess Ess I PiPi I Falling like a little peach star with no ugly concrete beneath her pretty feet Water in her ears, sand in her mouth so very unstaged and wrong It was a worthless little trip Em I Ess Ess I Ess Ess I PiPi I The fish slipping over her lip Em I Ess Ess I Ess Ess I PiPi I