It still hangs there in my hed
It won't end
Like a dead bird int eh air
That just won't fall to the ground
I could run away to Moneta, Wyoming
Or Red Lodge, Montana
Or Maple Grove, Minnesota
But I can't let go
We're connected for good, ain't we?
When will this tether be gone?
And my memories twist into fantasies that
Like a moron, I think, have possibilities
I could go to Antarctica and bury my head
And what's left of my heart in the snow
But my love just won't go
Am I sick? Or were we meant?
And I being fucked with by demons?
Is it me that's acting evil?
Am I in the right? Or am I wrong?
Or is this just how love is?