This is a place
The girl with that face
playing her ace
fell on her face

broke every bone
feels all alone

drinking it in
feeling like sin.

I remember skin today
it aches, and dans. my feathers sway
the car won't stay in the right lane,
I broke every window pane.

The pain is more of subtle blue
It makes me feel all full of rue
What, that makes me think of you?

She sits alone with bread like rye
Feels so bad but just can't cry
Why did her spirit have to die?
Because it's time to say goodbye.