If I could close my eyes and disappear,

and drift into a dream and therein stay,

my absence would myself to you endear.

I'm lovelier by far from far away.


If I could fall asleep and never wake,

who'd be the first to find me in my bed?

My fan club fledglings hunting for the snake

whose .9 silver fang had pierced my head.


If I could be a martyr of my youth,

snuffed early like a candle in the wind,

I'd die a witness to a twisted truth:

You're loveliest by far without your skin.


Just lay the flowers down and walk away.

You'll haunt yourself with words you didn't say.