How hard could it be To turnover a new leaf Get a new lease Watch and just feel it As another leaves Stealing off with my sanity Well I blame idiocy From the ruins we flea Like falling leaves Trailing the wind Into the swells of the sea Like little me Huddled beneath Frayed velvet cushions Making out with hard liqueur Smooth as your words Burning me like your lips Tongues slipping easily Through sour teeth Sharp as blades You cut me open With nothing but a kiss