Branches, they say you’re waving them good bye.
Where are you going to
when houses aren’t home for you?
All the time you’ve wasted,
all the words you’ve twisted.
Whose heart are you chewing now?
Whose heart are you going to spit out next?
When you’ve already bid good bye,
don’t even bother to come back.
How am I, you ask?
The worst, and because of you.
Need details?
Well it happened a while ago, when you had my heart,
and you put it on the railway.
You let the train crush it.
You put a spell to get it back to good.
Then you stabbed it to die for good.
No, you’re just a mixture of flesh and urine.
And I am a forest.
