You turned white, like a saint But I'm tired of dancing on a pot of gold... ...Flecked paint. - Elliott Smith

It's a picture perfect evening
And I'm staring down the sun
Fully loaded, deaf, and dumb
And done waiting for sedation to disconnect my head
Or any situation where I'm better off than dead

She appears composed
So she is, I suppose
Who can really tell?
She shows no emotion at all
Stares into space like a dead china doll

You don't deserve to be lonely,
but those drugs you got won't make you feel better. Pretty soon you'll find it's the only little part of your life you're keeping together.