Monday, May 4, 2009


Hey baby
Now on your own
Smiling and fresh
Smelling of mint dreams
A bag and a ticket
Welcome to the world

You have band-aid, don't you
It bleeds when you cut
Buy a pillow to bite into
Didn't your momma tell you

Baby they don't know your name
They won't notice when the twinkle dies
The clothes will shrink
Your lips will crack
You will forget to condition your hair
One day
Bit by bit
You will forget to exfoliate
You will be ashamed
But you won't stop smiling
Baby you won't remember your face

So baby
Take a picture
To remember
What you looked like
What it felt like
On your last day

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