Lana

Whatever else you need, make it the last one, will wave when I leave, consider me done, not busted nor relieved, I'll still count my bones, hang on the breeze, by an Ocean or shore, you won't hear me scream, when you walked me home, under lilac trees, my eyes were aglow, nothing's what it seems, you had me on toast, part of your conceit, now listen my good fellow, don't play other scenes, you'll drink to atone, what you once stormed, it's rotted to seed, you've lost this last one, waiting to deceive.