so flutter home
'cause you're better off alone than with me
forget how soon
you'll become a fool for words when i speak
you don't want to know what i've lived
you don't want to take what i give
'cause i give nothing for free
my hands are rough
my fingers cold
and your heart's so young and so naive
to ever feel
for a moment that i might let you belive
i'll tear your wings
as i've melted your smile
-c.cornell-