Just a throwaway poem
Not meant to mean anything
So if you've read it
You'll forget it

But I imagine fish out of water
She thought she did what's right
He seemed like a good guy
Now he's high as a kite

And somewhere there is a sun
That doesn't want to shine
Because the world below
Doesn't want a year without it

Well we've been to Dantes hell
Some got lost in the deepest part
But not me, no, never
I made it out

So that I could write throwaway poems
That no one should care about