Our love lays in an unmarked grave
Covered with autumn leaves,
Wrapped in unsent letters
I tend to it secretly, silently
I make pacts with Gods I don't believe in,
I pray to Gods who execrate me
But you
You dance around it
Shouting about your new love
The best one you ever had,
The first one you ever had
Oct 1, 2021
Oct 1, 2021 at 3:24 PM UTC
Our love lays in an unmarked grave
Covered with autumn leaves,
Wrapped in unsent letters
I tend to it secretly, silently
I make pacts with Gods I don't believe in,
I pray to Gods who execrate me
But you
You dance around it
Shouting about your new love
The best one you ever had,
The first one you ever had