I still remember the night that she died
I relive her demise with every exhale
Oh! How I waste my dreamlife walking with her corpse, as I present to my love a bouquet of lilies
Her lips taste of sweet memories, now doused in the bitterness of blood
And my eyes, a coffin nailed shut to keep the daylight from saving me
I still remember the night that she died
Our love was just lust, festered with jealousy on the side
But I think we were both waiting for permission to die
We'd been falling apart without haste, rather delicate and with time
Like the changing of the leaves, or like the ripened fruits from the vine
But don't be a fool, I am not one who decorates in green
I vow to be a savior, my pale love's savior.
Now, if my reflection may marry life to my maiden
Let it be so
Then, dear friend, my death do seem a relief
I still remember
I still remember the ni-