Your girl forever
Dress a girl a letter,
Printing numbers on her back.
Buy her flowers,
Give her powers,
Wrapping poison round her neck.
One day she’ll leave you,
She’ll deceive you,
And you’ll be better off dead.
So, you won’t get far with that head
Unless you break your neck
And yet you still ask to the sun
If the moon has won,
If the war has really ended
Or it's just begun.
So you’ll dress a girl a letter,
And print numbers on her neck.
Steal her powers,
Buy her flowers,
Say she’s better off dead.
Oh, you’ll deceive her,
But believe her,
When she’s messing with your head.
Ignore the blood beneath her nails ,
because you pay for them instead.
But the wars already won,
It was done and fun,
You were caught between a victory, a romance and a gun.
So when you pull your head together from the cracks beneath the earth
Steal her flowers
She’s deflowered
Push her back against the world
The war was won
And you are done
You are both swimming in your hurt
And then your hand reached for the gun.
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