i'm the ice burg that sank the titanic,

so alone, just

so alone, all i've ever wanted is someone, anyone, and you're

the tiny rowboat in the fog,

made of brittle wood, shattering at my icy touch as if

you were never there, so i'm left

alone, crying into your shadow on the

driveway, you just drive away,

with all those bloodstains on your clothes,

yours and mine, mine and yours, you promise

you'll come back,

won't you?

won't you?