i remember all the pictures we took
how i made you come out of your shell
look at it differently
i would always say that to you

you've gone bad
you aren't ripe
you're starting to bruise easily
your blood won't clot
the same as it did the day before

i could hang one of your shirts from the highest tree
douse it in gasoline
strike a match
wrap your garments around my neck and hope for something

but **** will never change
just know how i loved you