Lua I know you're hurt and you just wish upon every star but that lonesome moon does not love you back and the bare skin of your lover on yours is not enough to hope your life will stay a little bit longer and your soul is fading like candles you surround yourself with and Danny told me that conor saw that girl at the zoo again, the one who sings to the Tigers, those same tigers that tore the faces off those children last winter.
conor tells me the four winds blow for me but in this town there is nothing but rain from that mother who cries all day mourning the death of that bug she stepped on.
nothing makes sense anymore, my mind screams and the voices tell me I belong six feet under and those sirens are singing their song to me but I am not a sailor