she comes crashing. but she'll take out thousands. i reply. well, i guess she's got to learn. this is the silence. procreated by division. fell for your dress. princess. sundays best. led behind your childlike sighs. it's not fair, you grew wings. flew home. i stayed. became the king of everything that breaks. creep to the heavens to shut them down and the stars would go out forever. just for you. you left her standing by herself again. poor little girl. watching as her beauty fails like jet engines. you'd drop your clothes. like i'd drop my lines. don't don't push me away. i won't be temporary now. you're as much if not more to blame for this.
