boy you've burned my coal to ash
with all your tones and reds
and selfish acts
i was the foolish one
with the idea of ever after
the fact you wanted to dash
definitely eliminated any of that
goodbye white fence
you would've rot anyways
goodbye framed happiness
it would have eventually cracked
goodbye catchy soundtrack music
our record would have jumped off track
and all that's left is ash



I have them and I'm feeling inspired. The hippo is one lucky lady. Just maybe someday i can lasso you in.