Hello countess
Please don't cry
I'll be with you in a while
I heard your mother took your drawing book
I heard your father never came to look
I know you'll heal
On Ferris wheels
You make the world a bright green sun
Wooden angels, cloudy eyes
Crooked patience, broken spines
With lies
I heard you took her word and then her lips
I watched you swallow smoke and then her hips
I hope it's real
Poison that heals
I had to bleach my eyes