or its mother, the clod of clay.
she'll show you where our bodies will end up.
every once in a while i wish t was a little bit better than that,
that maybe i had even handled our situation a little bit better.
after all, maybe you were a good person.
maybe you didnt deserve what i did.
but then something happens like fucking someone else's love.
and the clod of clay told me to ask the lily of the valley.
she said it was her love.
i asked the clouds and the ghosts.
they just looked at you in shame.
im ashamed of you.