Maple Street Queen

She pushed past maple,
and showed her heart again
came up to a table,
and stole their bread again
A mysterious label,
thats been rusting all these years,
and no one to save her,
and sweep away her tears
Shes followed Jesus
to the holly land,
while clutching Satan
in her butter filled hands
She couldn't smoke,
what seems real no more
She couldn't reverse
whats dragging out the door
But she dropped down,
like a weight in the wind
Pushing off buttons
like some kind of technician
Her minds been swollen,
by the circus chiming attitudes
Her eyes are closing
all thats left is to rape their views