I took yr sheets and washed them clean
it's almost as if you'd never been

a beautiful couplet sometimes ends without rhyme

all I can think when the blood falls away
is of ways that I can beg to reconcile

you say you don't love her anymore
but you can surely love more than one at a time

they say to forget you, they knew I'd regret you
all I can think of is how I can get you

it's doomed but I still believe in spring