And she called me a lover you know In a fitful sleep she told me... How it wasn't worth it How I shouldn't do it How I would regret it But I packed up my demons and her with them and left
You know if love is like the wind unpredictable and free Then Hate is like a blind man with a gun to your head Or a old lady pickpocket Or a pastor cursing god on a Wednesday Or her when she smiled at me that smile that didn't reach her eyes and told me the stories of her life that never happened, or how she forgot or how she remembered or how she told me she loved me and the sting of the words made me bleed more than the feel of her gold ring on my soft skin.
Oh god oh god oh god. And she called me a dreamer you know Long before I knew what dreams where And Long before I woke up.