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