I have no choice but to treat you like you died sprinkle the soil, to bury you We can no longer bear your Jovian will; it's a massive thing, but in the end it's just a cloud All we did was build ideas, unreachable and cavernous, omnipotent, ravenous! A shady lane, a picket fence and all was based on faithfulness on hollow, trustless lust and sex And I can't believe we were so bold to sculpt and mold what the future holds because our woods burned down two weeks ago and our pond dried up to reveal the bones of our child who drowned when she was too young and my body couldn't bear the second one Now all that's left is our empty home, a flame-bitten exoskeleton So in a thousand years when I've renewed I'll tear at the soil that buried you desperately try to exhume but there'll be nothing left that I knew of you You'll be somewhere far away a new girlfriend, a better place a house, a home, a dream fulfilled and I hope with a newfound iron will