shes the wreck of your dreams stitched tight at the seems. something inside dying to break free. tied down by the past. it happened so fast. her soul longs to know how long this will last. tell her shes wrong. sing her one last song. then pack up your things and quietly move along. while she sleeps, while she sleeps, she's perfectly unhappy in the unattainable dreams, with me. let her lie, just let her lie everything looks perfect to the naked eye, until she dies.