Pop. Pop. Pop.

The bubbles on my skin,

Reflect colors like someone else's dream.

Brush it on like cotton candy.

Pale of flesh; clear of mind.

Can't you tell me I'm fine?

Maybe I'll just sleep awhile,

And wish away my dreams.

Catch me, I've fallen.

Can't seem to dig myself out.

Too late now.

Bang. Bang. Bang.

My baby shot me dead.