With broken teeth I eat my treat
The sugar and salt burns and stings
Amazing what I'm willing to go through
Tracing tears from my eyes
Always leading me back to you
In the back of my mind
Doing the silly things you like to do
Stroking my hair and kissing my cheek made it seem like it could be leading to
Something other than a tragedy of prophecy
Or maybe I was tricking myself into thinking something had grew
There's an empty parking lot where my garden once kept my secrets covered in aphids and dew
Now it's just pavement heated by the sun
So shoppers can park and leave cars in abandon
No windows rolled down
To air out the stench
The dying stories of strangers
Hidden lives tucked in glove boxes
No chance of...