weeping willow won't you wallow louder

before the yerning song of flesh on flesh, young hearts burst open wounds bleed fresh.
i guess i'm waiting for nightfall or a solar eclipse, and to wake up half empty, only to be filled again with mourning, he's my evil shadow dove.

oh, i'm just afall leaf something simple and shy like that. that's how my heart lies down beside the sidewalk, like an empty restaurant filled with perfume and balloons. i sit and entertain the bisarro ghosts of my soul. his name still lingers, maybe lactates on my tongue. perhaps i'm just teething for a foreign fall destiny.

remember all the subordinate feelings i cast aside, maybe i lied when i said i was okay.
i don't mean to close the door, but for the record my heart is sore. you blew through me like bullet holes, left stains on my sheets and stains on my soul. you left me broke down beggin' for change.