Pix was a punk rock fairy princess with hazy green eyes and freckles. She danced on stage in Marc Jacobs gowns and Vivienne Westwood jewelry, singing in a voice soft and sultry, then loud and screaming, her silk shift sliding around her stick thin thighs as she bounced, from one end of the stage to the other, like a pixie having a temper tantrum.
For two years and seven months, she was a goddess. And then she was just a corpse in a grave.
It's just a tragedy
Cause you never knew me
Fin's lyrics had never felt more real.