The letter that she wrote
The letter he wrote
The lies that they told
To my ex-love, I leave you: a letter that she wrote
With each hour it gives me a different story
Greeted by angels, but she was waiting for you

War, despite the white flag
Oh my dear, I fear I have become a burden
She was waiting for you
Is it raining outside your window?
It's pouring here, but the rain it never reaches the floor
Maybe this blessing made of gold was all a trick
Scrap the plans that we made; break the ribbon; breakdown

Leave a message for your victims
Please surrender
My knives are blunt
She woke to the bluest of the blue and left red like your torn up diary
There are vacancies on death row
She walks from her deadened cells
The sky has been painted for you