alva, my sleepy girl
you're not pretty
i wish you were.
you're going to die
i wish you didn't have to die but i wrote it.
you'll lose your baby
he'll get beaten but he was a real girl and he felt a real love
a real love, flowers growing, lip gloss dripping
a real love is what i need, a real love is what i need,
a boy like fay who can listen to me sing
boy who is sleepy
likes to bite my lip
id do anything if he asked
but anyway, you're going to die and i thought
to let you know heaven is white, but you see everything, because you see with your heart too
you can see the poppies
you can see fay
im on a kick again, just ignore me, baby