I only got my brightest hours Then I'm going down. Pray my glass heels don't shatter When its time to skip town. We move through the crowd. Take my hands in yours. You say I'm the prettiest. I've say I've heard it before. The birdsong speaks to me. In the aftermath. In the house turned prison. In the blue mornings. In the wake after the best dream I've ever had. I had to go. Maybe its just not meant to be. Other people can do it, just not me. I should just wait for the next life Because I can't ever go back to you. It was nice to meet you. Exciting to see you. I miss the glamour and the rage But none of that compares to you. It was nice to meet you.