Division

Poet I'm sick of your pretty lies. 
And it was about the song that sang of the shelves I wished you on. 
Now sing along. 
And I used to wish my heart as good my heart as strong. 
And I used to wish I. 
Don't say it's gone. 
I'll pull the [bad word] to you. 
And even if it breaks us both down. 
Don't say it's gone