This triangle is broken
I whisper “let’s die”
Flashes of blood and sex
We’ve both lived a lie

You’re dressed in white
My world is spinning
Wooden doors open
Your groom is grinning

Now I wonder this house
Old wooden floors creak
Dust denies gravity
And dead voices speak


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