The colonization of hearts, "misfire" was often called out
And you recalled another time when autumn, ghost writer
Started to scare up an infinite age of the sad sadness
And, Valentine, you could have been mine
I always wondered about it
Were you under a s**ual hex?
Do exits line our hours here?
All of our gardens were startled
When you started guarding your stars
Runaway, you're going
I looked into your eyes, and they became the axis of my life
All these changes came together in the middle of one night