Tree
She wished she could
Slice open a tree
Crawl inside and live there till she was bones
And sew it up from the inside
But when some unlucky lover
Carved initials in her tree,
All that would seep out
Would be here age-old, lonely blood
Slice open a tree
Crawl inside and live there till she was bones
And sew it up from the inside
But when some unlucky lover
Carved initials in her tree,
All that would seep out
Would be here age-old, lonely blood