We pride ourselves on this: we took out the trash
Evenly rotting the soil and the root at day, at night

Too envious to cease, ruining it in a mere fortnight
On a fishy sensuality, blinded, we turned it all to ash
Rehearsing, we so often did, hounded as we only were 
No safe exit upon a bargain: we gave a purse for a curse  

You mourn it now you fool, why it was all but farfetched?
On a planet off, we eagerly dug our grave and we retched 
'Unless', like a utopia, is no longer inside our own purse

Do you remember these throbbing days, as we drunk cider
On a planet on, a reckless burning, oblivious not to decipher
We pride ourselves on this? Halfwit, we took out our own lash
No one will ever, ever understand why our love was but a dash.