I never would've said that we'd be Friends with time
If I knew better than to wait in line
I never would've cared for your Suggestive shine
If I knew you'd run away from your Guilty fines
Now she's pouring fire rain
By the mile for hours
Carry me away
From this dying flower
I'll tell you what it was
But was it really ours
Were you in it for the sweet
Just to miss the sour