Lane it's time for you to meet your end
Say goodbye

On a comet lost and
Stuck in time

Your clock's ticking is up
Chimes lighting your way
Rose throne buttercup
Path burning decay

The way you're breathing's the only thing that I'm living for
The only trinket that's even keeping my nights afloat

You're pretty like a bouqet
Sunday, you told me that you barely ate

Monday, you lost it with the sound of me

Tuesday, you
Couldn't hear me
Anymore

And wednesday came but
What for?