My Winona, why can't you detect despair?
Cause it's not fair that when I speak you glare
And my love for you is much like my love for books
Casual at best, but you won't find better dedication
For every metaphor, but a bitter pill that's my vacation
From all this pain
Feel the shame
Of playing hearts and shooting the moon
My dear Clarabell I'll join you soon
I can't take this horrid torture of being two hours away
I pray to god that some force will bring us together everyday
Tonight i sing this lullaby on my toy piano
In hopes you'll hear it far away in Chicago
Clarabell I've loved you more and more everyday since
You left me standing in the dark
My tears like disarmed hand grenades














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