Hierophant, help me, now, somehow
I am marinating in my tears
But can you mollify my fears?
I thought he was special
I thought he thought I was special
He made me think I was special
Something I'd never really thought before
But not anymore
Now, he's made me want to erase his face from my memory, without a trace
His country from every map, his name from every document
Or myself from existence
But really, I just want to return to that plotline, I swear it is unfinished
Don't you know?
Don't you think so?
I don't want to rip out every page & shred them, or rewrite it all from scratch
I just want him back
I just want him back
But maybe he was never mine for the taking
And I was only his for the breaking
