This is not your requiem
This is not your other half
If she were to endure beyond
The realm of material
Matters
She would be a sparrow
A dragon
Your fruit fly jacket
Won’t capture Her
Care upon a whim
Take a road, take another
Take a road, take another
And the mettle of maybe
Hasn’t a say in these parts
And the mettle of maybe
Won’t be enough to start
She isn’t by night another
She is the one, your only wonder
No start to stop
No start to stop
No start to stop
Burn her mother
