Rag-Doll-It-Girl

We've got a pocketful of flaming helium balls burning holes into the sky. They're dying something brilliant in the most explosive way possible, and the only thing worth doing is to fall from the eyes of every broken heart and the lips of well-wishers. -- In a billion microscopic reactions lie the nuclear collisions of our carbon-copy lifestyles and firefly secrets. Our lights burn out and we'll explode inward in a fireworks display of death and exhaustion. As we hurtle towards our own destruction amongst the layers of ozone and chemistry skies, we break apart into the disintegrating particles of orphaned words and stard