(Huh)

Longing for your short hair to grow back to the way you like

Thank you for the gesture

I regret ever implying that you could be better

Didn't mean to empty your perfect body

And fill it with my passing will.

Easily won, weary of losing, gullible girl

Weak and alluring, well we break our rules

Get drunk in the dark

Laughing aloud at the spinning stars.

Believe me, I'm speaking plainly and painfully

Trying to stay elegant, eloquent and akin to you

I see you holding your breath with your arms outstretched

Waiting for someone to come rip open your chest.

You take me aside

To solemnly confide

When it comes the time

You plan to give your body to the flame.