The evil it spread like a fever ahead
It was night when you died my firefly
What could I have said
to raise you from the dead?
could I be the sky on the Fourth of July?
"Well, you do enough talk
My little hawk, why do you cry?
Tell me what did you learn
from the Tillamook burn?
Or the Fourth of July?
We're all gonna die"
Sitting at the bed
with the halo at your head
Was it all a disguise
like junior high?
Where everything was fiction
future, and prediction
Now, where am I
My fading supply
Did you get enough love
my little dove?
Why do you cry?
And I'm sorry I left, but it was for the best
Though it never felt right
My little Versailles