she wasn't a part of the dream but she wanted to be she wasn't anything to me but she changed everything
as far as i know, they drowned in the shower though it didn't happen then, it took a few hours... i left them alone and wept like a coward longing for the hope that moment devoured
like the footprints on the tub floor they washed it away years of fears and metaphors clogging the drain
if i had done differently could it have changed? i ask myself that question every day
though i had his heart i was too afraid our love was to depart but i chose to remain
and as i watched his shadow fading across an ocean of pain her body was the vessel that took him away