Alice is selling Wonderland

sometimes, in dreams
I forget how
Alice sold Wonderland,
she told me
she doesn't need it
anymore,

Alice, you've become
suicidal-
you've got gashes
on your arms,
don't bat your lashes
innocence won't help you now,

we leave a world
of Cheshire cats & white rabbits
queens of hearts & funny habits,
we leave behind
your fractured mind
we leave it all behind,

oh Alice,
what have you done?
sold our little safehouse
and now we have
nowhere to run
and it's a cruel cruel world,

sometimes
if you look through
a kaleidoscope-
things will seem
like they were
once before,

so I won't have to
throw you the rope,
although I'm sure
you'd manage
like you did
many times before,

oh Alice,
what have you done?
sold our little safehouse
and now we have
nowhere to run
and it's a cruel cruel world,

you're and angel in a crisis
growing more neurotic
by the day,
waltzing up & down
a room of mirrors
trying to find your way
and the lights shine starker
and your thoughts become darker- Alice