There she goes, the innocent *****
watch her in her short skirt own the world

Wide and clear eyed
Confused, but willing to enjoy the ride
She's a mastermind but she doesn't know
She just goes with the flow

She's the innocent *****
And she's gonna eat you all
because
she's the purest form

"Don't call me a ****
don't put me in your ****** box.
Oh wait, I don't give a ****!"

Here's to everything she can be
Here's to the magic it brings
Let her in
I did

I've been a bad, bad girlfriend
I've sinned, I confess
I went a bit too crazy, it stopped being fun
and started being hell
(for you, and also for myself)
But I can't wait to be with you again
be redeemed in your embrace

I ran around and wreaked havoc
Because I was feeling so tense and unwell
Cried with the matches on my hand,
did and said stuff I regret.
No justifications for my deviations
what I did is not okay
there's no beauty in that
and you can shove it up your ***

And I will manage my difficulties this time
those I give myself so well.
And I tell myself, not to do this any of this
anymore, never again

It didn't work out well
Don't torture yourself, girl
you say

Those kisses that had nothing inside
we were trying hard to be what we were not
those nights that attempted to be beautiful
at the park
your car redeemed us from that fall
but it didn't take long till reality spoke

that separation - all the things I could not tell you
all the poems you did not feel,
your gentleman words hide emptiness sheer
all the things I couldn't understand
that hopelessness I felt
everynight we met
You were also trying
I was trying to forget

So I'm forgiven, and I'm forgotten
and that's the best thing that could have happened

I still wonder how I did it
how could I ever survive?
How did I manage to keep a smile
every day of that tough summer ride

How could I put up not with one,
but two men at the same time?
How could I confess my soul to my friends,
write poems, not get trapped?
How could I distill so much from...so much?

I guess it was my furiously ***** hand
every night
how did I cope with all of that?
how did I ever accomplish that task?

I guess that strength lives still inside
I should never forget that

And I was terribly broken hearted
Emptied of what I love the most
So I rushed to write you a message
always at my whims! poor one!
a tool of God

"I should have loved you the way you deserve"
but what filled us was his absence
the mere reason we existed was to obliterate
my fate, as tragic and gleeful as it gets
love, that liberating chain around your neck
your life, your death

My memories crowd me and invade me
I wish I never talked to you again
This is not your place! And you don't know
that night I came
I bit my lip not to scream his name

Vicariously happy memories
because of what we could have been
were you not you and were I not me
but sweet reality always wins
a dream that's slowly choking me

Weren't it for you,
I could have never known like I do
Tool of God, sad sacrifice of love

I will give you back your books one day
This is the kiss I never gave you
the kiss you'll never get

I loved you like a refugee
I loved you because you were there
to cauterize the pain

Now I'm forgiven, I'm delivered
and I can go around with him
I hope you find her really soon dear
you deserve her, like a million
yeah that's the way it is
because it simply won't be me.

I see a sea of love
this time don't want to let it go
All the days were golden
or at least they weren't as I thought them

I see it clear at last
please don't give up
on this crazy lass
that loves you so much

Please hear me sing
hear me moan your name
hear me something
don't run away

I see a sea of love
that was always there for me
you were truth 24/7
and I was stuck on wrong narratives
And it fits, so it must be real

I'm coming from Pain Lane
a nasty place to stay
but I am bringing back a sack
with the things I could take
so you don't need to go there

I bring beautiful words
I bring an intense sketch
I bring my best! you could say
It's been hell but all you see
is the beauty that I shed

In Pain Lane there's nothing to do
but desperation all the time
but in the space between aching hours
a piece of what you need you find

Dark night of the soul
brings light forward

I'm coming from Pain Lane
it's the price to pay
it's God's payback for the sufferment
that I underwent

and the Sun it shines bright
and you say to yourself,
"Oh, hell, I've been to Pain Lane".
And you should never forget