I smell cinnamon on the September breeze but I prefer caramel cappuccinos now.
Extra foam.
I know what I want and I know what I need,
and it certainly does not include the way you left me to bleed.
I healed my own wounds,
I regrew the wings clipped
And all you've done is sip.
You spun your words like a widows web, forgetting that you were a fly.
And baby, it's getting cold outside.
