it’s not about your girl it’s not about your guy

not about they poison left behind

to summarize: the flesh is a precious little lie

all things fall apart in time

see the buildings start to tumble down

the river swelling up with salt

a broken doll

the killer’s hands cannot be found

each one says ‘it’s not my fault’

it’s over and late

a broken heart a busted gate

it’s over and past

what don’t come and what don’t last

the oracle has spoken

smoke from the prophet’s mouth

greed and garbage where the elders used to dance

a ring of orphan keys a rusted door and one way out

a hole in the sky the size of France

it’s over…

I hope some cure is rolling down the line

I pray it gets here soon

something going on in that court on high

it’s still cold and it’s still raining and it’s June

it’s over…/…it’s over and done/falling leaf and setting sun