oh, cruel anthem.

when augustine left the party,
she found herself a brand new world.
can you say the same about your story?

she sent a letter from her castle,
up up up above.
you got it from the mailman who is also a murderer.

it was written in watercolor and you felt sick.
you swallowed the paper and it tasted like spring.

are you ready for the fall?
trust me, augustine,
i can do no wrong.