Spill your guts and I will spill the wine
When I see you on the street, we'll pretend you're doing fine
Hold my hand and take me over to the side
Try and bat your little eyes to slow the downward slide
Pushed further out to sea, lost in the freak parade
They pray for me to fade
My strength is failing me, this is not an even trade
They pray for me to fade
Seven little sisters, seven little lives
Our loving garden where the twisted roots will thrive
All grown up and you don't care anymore
All melodrama with a heavy-handed score