You weren't a friend
Until you grabbed me by my hand
My slow defeat
Finish off
Whatever's left to feed

Smother it
Folded
Your blanket made in tungsten
Smother it
Rotten
A fruit for your garden

You were a friend
Until you told me
That this was the end
My slowest wish
Finish off
Whatever's left to speak

(I'll see you
When my head stops spinning)

And you won't fill it through
Those nights, will never come again
Coming to terms, that this will end
Tearing down what's left of you
I made sure to leave the key
Hung up, beside your shoes