We can lie in bed
And I will hold your head on my lap.
And we can stare at the ceiling as you cry,
And pretend that it's the stars.
I would be perfectly fine with that.

I will kiss the tears off your cheek.
The little wide eyed girl
We both saw in our dreams
Is getting eaten alive by the wolf,
And we can't save her.

A white dove is perched on the tree
He sees our jaws graze the floor.
He doesn't care.
The wolf is just he puppet,
The dove is the hand.

I have shed so many tears for
That little girl with the wide eyes.
Those eyes should have seen everything.
I want to find the white dove.

How come we're the only ones who have to pay?
Why is she gone?
SHE SHOULD HAVE BEEN OURS RIGHT NOW.
Who is the white dove?

I hate the girl.
I hate the wolf.
I hate myself.
I love the girl.
I hate myself.
I hate you.
I hate myself.
I love you.
I hate myself.
I hate myself.

I lied.
Don't cry.
I am not be perfectly fine with any of this.