A tree fell in the park last night… I didn’t hear it go. The innards smelled of peppermint, And I felt the crumbling dirt Turn into ash in my hand.
Oh, such a sweet fool. I once thought love Was reigning savior. So, so foolish. I once believed love
In my house, You don’t ask questions. The whispers from mom and dad Signal you to a hiding place. In my house,
God, thank you For darkness, And fear, And death. Thank you
Wait 'til Michigan comes. I think I’ll wait 'til then. Think I’ll wait 'til I hear my co… Hear them loving me in Michigan. Think I’ll wait 'til I swim.
Love starts like this: We like the same books, We like the same music, We seem like a match made in high… It crumbles like this:
I find no release. I die. I die, Yet I’m not free. Not 'til I die.
I dislike nothing more than Philosophy. How lazy.
I’m a good girl in the worst ways Most days. Some days, I’m a bad girl in all the best way… I’m pretty good,
The blur of lighted cars Flying in a flurry down The highway at night Soothes me in the Most unorthodox way.
There’s always a morning, But there’s the night, too. Every faith has a savior, But the devil always follows suit. There will be spring,
Dignity is death.
Like Augustus, I fear oblivion When I should pass.
If flowers could cry, Would the water out-spilled Also drown them Like a sloshing grave of Wet mud?
I lost my innocence On a king-sized sheet With four posters And the two of us. Just the two of us
