I want you to stay, stay in your grave.
Haunted lovers so cold and depraved.
I like my women boneyard scarred.
The phantom resides atop the climax, and lingers in a fog.
My heart of scar tissue.
My heart a burn victim.
Disfigurement.
A rock star death is too late at 28.
I know too much.
I want you to stay in your grave.
The flowers are atonement for my departure.
Closure is a dirty knife.
Past remnants of love in a jar.
A new home of soil.
Go down slow and decay as all things do.
I want you to stay.
I want you to stay in your grave.
As I mourn you.
No hope for a leper.
Never invite the dead in your bed., cuz now you know too much.

INVIA LE CORREZIONI