Could you try, had I begged this of you,
to meet me and meet her at a certain address?
I plead your mercy,
the town's at distress.
There's a house that needs burning at the edge of my street,
whoever's inside won't be loud
as long as you make it quick.
You grab my palm, then grab hers, then you go.
I swear, in these woods, if you're quite,
no one ever seems to know.
Did I mention a ghost lives at the back of my closet?
I need you to take it down, too,
lately it seems to have taken over every little thing that I do.
We shall fast if you ask us,
we shall wait if we should,
I swear my future and past only make but an interlude.
There's a pain in my stomach,
there's a hole in her heart,
a prayer on my lips, dear God,
that you finish us down and apart.
