criss cross hearts, I promised
but I never
hoped to die
they say she's beautiful
'i expected her to fly'
she fell short.
again, again, again
and here's the blinking red runway
and it's all for a take off
that never transpired
all for the sake of the soul of a girl who could have
a pop song, (surfer boy with a blonde flat top
meets soft eyed, fawn-caught-in-the-floodlights
beauty with one broken wing)
and she runs (she's like a fairy tale
running from the striking midnight clock.)
falling apart with every step, stair
but only inside.
she is running from darkness & cobwebs
from death & empty arms,
everything that scares her
criss cross my heart
but i could never
hope to die