it's like the prospect was picture perfect 
with a house and a dog and greens that flourish 
pretty little [bad word] through her hair 
over callouses and tears 
sentimental snares pulling back on folds 
proceeding the floods and burns 

Please what i need is collapse 
it was a moment of weakness but i won't take it back 
free a constricted reprise 
it was a dormancy veil that's killing our great rise 

Silly ideas pounding my inner ear 
it was a repetition trance 
separating the future from there 

Please what i need is collapse 
it was a moment of weakness but i won't take it back 
free a constricted reprise 
it was a dormancy veil that's killing our great rise