Contorted to fit the contour of her shadow
Overshot and shy of short-term memory loss
Never made it last time with broken wings
She's looking for heaven on a crash landing
Wishful thinking for whore
I hope you crash and burn and die
And leave me secret little messages
Blatant hints of nostalgic longing
That scream of self concern
And with your tempered memoranda
Inspired nonsense for your heeding heart
I hope it bleeds your heart to death
You may not be here right now but
I wish You would go away