We were Beautiful. Just as you. You were the perfect melody. We sang in harmony. We, us, love. Something we had back then. I feel like you care. I feel like we could try again. But I can't. Because baby just as you paint on a canvas with that gasoline I lit it on fire and we burned up while we slept. We blew away and reunited. Only to be spit out because we were disgusting city air. You were never art. You were a masterpiece.
