Rotten are the leaves of Fall
Rotten are the lives of fools
Rotten is the thought of dreams
Rotten is the cause of drinks
Rotten is our kiss of power
Rotten is our bliss and sour
Rotten are the leaves
Rotten is the fact that you have what I lack which is every part of you
But eternally unscathed is my stupid undying love for you
