and with the first blossoms there came rain,
and it rained,
oh it rained endlessly long

As I wring my hand washed laundry,
The air still rings of you.
I think of each word we shared,
Miracously few in hind sight.

My bathroom a dripping mausoleum,
Thoughs of you hanging out to dry.
I was a different person then,
Still convinced I could survive.

I cant wash my mind this way.
As I wade through this confusion,
And into murky waters.
I simply hope you do not forget me.

effortlessly wearing a cigarrette on her lips
head tilted high with one hand on her hips
a dizzyingly incandescent, nicotine laugh
i think i'd die for her
write that on my epitaph

And I feel so like the ocean,
Pulled into you like the moon.
I have this gravitation
Where I can't seem to let go

He feigned surprise when I left,
Even with his own claim.
I was manic pixie dream girl,
I am green hair and ciggerettes.

Yet the manic pixie dream girl always dies,
Manic pixie dream girl is sick.