Why come to me when your sky falls in?
I didn't make the wound,
And tomorrow's sun will heal it.
Why come to me when your daisies die?
I didn't leave them alone,
And summer will get you more.
Why come to me when your lights go out?
I didn't use the candle,
And dawn is on the way.
Why come to me when your thighs get warm?
I didn't love you first.
Or make your problem mine.
Why come to me when you're going to leave?
I didn't make the stars,
Or put them in your eyes.
Why come to me at all?
Because you love me?
Or just to break my heart?
Oh.
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