Landon Tewers
K-A-M
Well you seemed like the right idea at the time
What's mine was yours and what's yours is theirs
I don't miss the holy spirit that used to follow me
I don't care if I'm saved, and I don't want to be free

I want slavery
Your heart, and your beauty (to be taken away)
I couldn't stand another hand on you
Though I'm afraid I got carried away

But I'll save those three things
And recall your wings
As the most cruel irony that I have ever seen

I miss you more than anything
And I don't mean that romantically
I'm not another boy who's lining up to get you in his sheets
I miss the girl you were before you fucked the world
And before you made me hate the songs we'd sing

Is that why everyone's so jaded
And why all forms of art saturated by now?
Goodbye for now
See you've been dead to me for years already