I bought you a house, and you said no. Only the one with golden shutters would do.
I forgave your crimes of passion and your passionate crimes, and said i'm willing to stick this one through.
I'm climbed my mountains and fought off my ghost. I've housed my animals in the dark.
I'm terrified and exhausted.
I've begged and pleaded, and nothing seems to get through.
This ship is drifting and there is no rope to bring it home.
This girl with a suicide smile.
This girl with charred hair.
I've given everything, and I'm willing to give more.
Nothing is ever good enough, and those green pastures broke your heart. I was waiting right here. I was standing at the front door.
Waiting.