sweetie pie, sweetie pie
tell me, tell me why you died
i miss you more now that you hide
your grave plots coffin deep inside
i know my words are food for flies
sweet as syrup, blue as sky-
just things to make you mine
i don't regret those honeyed lies
though now they bring tears to my eyes
they brought you to me;
pearls to swine
i'm so alone now since you died
i wish you'd known you weren't a fly
i wish i'd never made you mine
but you were so sweet cherry pie
like a halting ferry ride
i ask again why you cried
like a flame that burned so bright
tossing ashes to the night
you fell just like my holy kite
the day i showed you your demise
i still regret all my lies
but i no longer long for reprise
