What if it didn't come back
This is how the hard one takes it
Puts her arms around his neck
And squeezes gently as if to break it

She's gonna miss everything about it but what's best in her is the bottom has stopped Again again what's worse get's better Til messing with what’s substantial dropped

Crazy woman misleads by staring blankly at the wall above you Never in a hundred times will she try to pretend to love you, o you

You or she must convert or has done from one to the other and into another At the core, in a cove, in an underground berth her coldness commends anything further

There was a black cloud having made it go so so you looked at her long and hard and ripped her shoulders and split her back and push her quietly forward

Now you’ve stuck your thumb in it, you
So scream and groan and I'll scream too