I went to her house

She had relics everywhere

From her line she said to him

Things she couldn't share



Said that she had died before

I couldn't quite believe her

She always seem concerned

About how I would perceive her



She held onto her memories

She had a fruited seed

She always seemed corruptible

Her house was always clean



She used to walk with confidence

Style, down and empty street

Now she just walks quickly

Staring at her feet



Then I saw her yesterday

She still seemed really proud

Her eyes were red her brain was dead

She was talking really loud



She caught a look at me

With the corner of her eye

I left town in a submarine

Before I made her cry