Hey Rosetta
Yer Fall
in the wet grass out backwe spread the sheetand with one last easy laughthe night releasedwe breathed the dark, the shaking starsthe distant, constant carsbreathed the sweetair between uswhat was it like?to be young, strong, stupid and drunksoft in the jagged nightmy open, rosy throatdekeing secret knivesnow we close these petalsto the oncoming iceand i'm not coming out, i'm not coming out, i'm not coming out, i'm not coming out.my love, my love is dead i buried itin the falling leaves, looking awful green, in the whipping windmy love, my love is dead i buried itand it's better hid, all the shit we sling into the whipping windmy love, my love is dead i buried itjust an honest kid, i always did everything they saidmy love, my love is dead i buried itwhat a senseless thing! this heart in shreds in the whipping wind!
From Letras Mania