Text: Blake Babies. Her.

I went to her house, she had relics everywhere
From her line she said to him, things she couldn't share
Said that she had died before, i couldn't quite believe her
She always seem concerned about how i would percieve her

She held onto her memories
She had a fruited seed
She always seemed corruptible
Her house was always clean
She used to walk with confidence, style, down and empty street
Now she just walks quickly, staring at her feet.

Then I saw her yesterday
She still seemed really proud
Her eyes were red her brain was dead
She was talking really loud
She caught a look at me with the corner of her eye
I left town in a submarine
Before I made her cry