I like the fact that you depend on me. In every possible way. When your eyes wander off desperately. . That you never look straight. I enjoy when you hesitate.
I let her go. Gone gone gone black widow. I let her go. Gone gone gone in a dying meadow. . I just opened up my window. No need to argue. If she's going.
On the black Sunday afternoon. Sun is pale like the moon. When you look to the sky. Holy holy why. All fades into blue. On the black Sunday afternoon.