Botanica de Los Angeles
Jamie Stewart
You should have known
You better be shamed
That there was no way
To save your wasted flower of youth
But you feel the same
In spite of all he did to you
Sweet heart, cut up face
That I would have died any number of times for
Beat down and beat down
So peculiar, so beloved
Don't look away
Be rough on the weak
True love ought not wait but has
The pistol is raised to your lips
The feel of a kiss is gone
Gone as soon as it ends
Sweet face, busted teeth
That I would have died any number of times with
Slapped around like a clown
So peculiar, so beloved