I am a product of your falling away
A girl that sings so pretty
Should learn to project when she lies so well.
I heard you were going to see a new death in me
That I never knew was there.
Will you marry me to this apathy
And bury me to your love that is unparalleled
I arrived at your house.
Hands full of dead dandelions.
crumpled notes and clothes.
I hope and pray for a falling away that will end with me broken on your doorstep.
