She was only twenty three Or she was only twenty four
I headed for the door
She was looking through old photos on the floor
And I headed for the door
I had seen her move this way once before
And I headed for the door I headed for the door
She was searching for an answer but the answer was a war I headed for the door
I headed for the door And I headed for the door I headed for the door
And there was blood And there was gore I headed for the door
There was some ugly shit in store I headed for the door
There was a forest on fire inside her There was no reason to give to the poor And if you think the road is dangerous Then of course it is You gotta listen for the cautionary roar
I headed for the door I headed for the door I headed for the door And I headed for the door
Dear Sara, I've heard that you turned into a goth And I think that's great if that's what makes you happy At home there are black boots with silver buckles that I don't wear anymore, You can have them if you want to Also, I wanted to ask what, if anything, is fluttering in your heart I wanted to ask if it has to be a black crow or a vampire bat or if maybe instead it could be a kite that has broken loose from a string that you are holding or a string that we are holding sometime when we were teenagers or maybe in our early twenties. Could it be a kite that has rollen over and over and over on itself in the sky like an unborn baby that is slowly turning into a god and then it turns black and then something we are not even sure we are watching then for sure absolutely nothing at all? Get back to me though if you have a chance I hope you are doing well X O X