cocteau twins
garlands evergreen
forget-me-not wreaths
chaplets see me drugged
i could die in a rosary
die in a rosary
well
with these brave garlands
they never find out for her
they never find i'm lying
with these etchings
cravings convince
my cravings commence
with these scarve's scars
with these splint's scars
i'm all that to you
i'm all that's who