She is a pretty tree
A tree dressed all in trinkets
Trinkets for the birds to strip away
She’s a jeweled and painted egg
An egg by Faberge
Her fragile shell
Cracked open in the fray

She’s going away
Going away

He’s a speed freak side kick
In awe of her beauty
But her beauty’s not enough to make him stay
He’s a broken mirror
A mirror for the damned to preen in
The vampire tweakers
Have come out to prey

She’s going away
Going away
Going away
Going away

The van is on it’s way
A long white ride made by Chevrolet
Her shot waits in the tray
A sedative to turn her mind to clay

She’s going away
Going away
Going away
Going away