blake babies
her
I went to her house, she had relics everywhere From her line she said to him, things she couldn't share Said that she had died before, i couldn't quite believe her She always seem concerned about how i would percieve her She held onto her memories She had a fruited seed She always seemed corruptible Her house was always clean She used to walk with confidence, style, down and empty street Now she just walks quickly, staring at her feet. Then I saw her yesterday She still seemed really proud Her eyes were red her brain was dead She was talking really loud She caught a look at me with the corner of her eye I left town in a submarine Before I made her cry