What wears you baby Hung upon the cheek of night? A mourning gown, maybe That you have painted white? Mascara bleeds, your eyes turn red As you wished I was sad I saw the shiny Moon The night it started falling And from that gold cocoon This ugly moth came crawling out And now it’s tangled in your hair As you wished I was there I'll burn these photographs Before I run amok And as you sobbingly laugh I'll drink the poison cup Then lie down on a flower bed And not one tear had I shed So, a toast to you Juliet! As you wished, now I'm dead