You wanted to hear something dark?
The scar on my leg is the shape of a heart
It was bloody once but now its healed
And I saw through the skin once but now its sealed

She was cursed by her own vanity
And tended to feel tragedy too well
She held on

To the blue dress she kept in her attic
To nights of static
Knights in white and fashion to kill

Hanging on to the neck of a bottle
Hanging on to all the loose ends
This is how lovers fall
And poetry ends

And this is how we sway
We stay in time

And this is how we cry

Maria's eyes were large and blue
She saw through you with them, too
She was always breaking things
But she had a soul that sings
The light in her eyes was dancing

Her heels are stained the deepest pink
as she crushes his dead flowers
with her bare feet.

Always on her table, she hadn't thrown them out
even when they drooped on their stems,

attends-moi là-bas
je n'irais plus jamais
ça fait trop longtemps
que je t'attendais

ouvres la porte
je ne serai plus là
je n'ai pas disparue
j’en ai juste marre