All along the thought of this has scared me so
but if I fight it, if I never try I’ll never make it out I’ll never grow
Do you remember the scars I showed you
the stories I told you
how I always said forever
when you aksed me to stay true
Kiss that grrrl and I will shrink up
And I will die and I will think up
1, 000 ways that I can hurt you
If you ask — I will tell what I know:
all must pass — but we stay when they go.
Cups shall fall — limbs will wear into wands:
death is rest — before travelling on.
Bris gjer meg roser i kinnet, tar vekk vonde minner.
Bris, du har stengt oss inne. Du vinner, du vinner.