Brave the day, no world change. Oh, I called you on the phone. No answer there, so I laid and stared. Listening to sad love songs. . I drifted far away, far past this forecast gray.
I buried my blood years ago to encourage the vine. I waited for something to grow and flourish with time. I counted each hopeful raindrop as it fall to its death.
Morning came and I tried not to notice. It was time for you to move along. And The minutes fell like petals all around us. Like a goodbye kiss when goodbye felt so wrong.
Oh, pretty boy, you found it hard to really find out what felt right. You wanna be a pretty girl, you'd hunt at night. The streets, your urgency to bleed.