Beware the stranger who leaves the bed
And mocks the daybreak on your doorstep
Who shouts your name above the parapet
Making promises they make sure to forget.
They will tell the story of a missing part
A lost piece of their fragmented heart
That they need to find all on their own
Inside a thick forest with paths unknown.
They will say your name for the last time
Before all their words fall out of rhyme
And they will be gone but will not return
To find another lonely bed to burn.