I had the shiniest wheels, now they're rusting...could've followed my fears all the way down

memories feel like weapons...and now that I know I wish you'd left me wondering

Writing letters addressed to the fire...barefoot in the wildest winter catching my death

"When the butterflies turned to dust, they covered my whole room."

I'm a monster on the hill

sacred prayer, down the stairs, it was real, I was there

I knew everything when I was young...pretty face and electric soul...marked me like a blood stain