let's light a candle for you not wanting me back

What I am saying is doomed:

and you have no need to sleepand you miss the deepest painthat comes from dreams

It is dangerous to grow accustomed to a garden.Just when the flowers soften you, they disappear.

I don't want my soul exposed like that.

Neither can you make a garden stay. Don't even try.Every plot becomes a dark city over time.I have collected many dark ideas over time.I have so many ideas they are a second coat.

When you fled I disappearedinto the abscesses of my brain.

I chanted you love me you love meto 3000 boys but none said yes.What does it mean to be so sickwith want that you create ritualswhich lead nowhere?

Have you ever crawled inside a shell?It is the end of an imageyou projected and adored.