The were good.
They were gold
Kinda dream that can't be sold. They were right.
Then they weren't, built a home and watched it burn.
She didn't wanna leave him.
She didn't wanna lie so she
started to cry, but then remembered she can...
She can buy herself flowers.
Write her name in the sand.
Talk to herself for hours.
Say things he doesn't understand.
She can take herself dancing
and hold her own hand
She can love her better than...
He can.
