clouds move in and out of my head
thoughts, knots in my hair
i can’t undo them, i said i tried
but you sir lied
promises don’t mean a thing
when they’re coming out of her
then faeries hide their faces
and a small candle is lit
he or she, he or she will see it up there
sugar in my veins
nonsense suddenly does make sense
take, take, take, don’t give her a thing
except sugar in my veins
green leaves on your pretty tree
turing brown, brown, brown
falling down, down, down
i can’t put them back on
for he, for he sighed
you obviously didn’t know
what that thing did to me
fishing for gold pieces in me
this is the place, this is my place
to see in there, in theirs