Jeremiad from Station North by Baggypantsrich

You are my sun
I want to run into the sun
And die in your arms
And die in your arms

And when it rains
I see you in the window panes (pain)
With all your charms
I will die in your arms
I will die in your arms

Jeremiah, you are a liar
Jeremiah-add me to your love affair with the end

If the sun was green
It would be a burning tree
It would swallow us whole
The burning bush was a black hole sun

If the see was red
The fishes had bled
If the rain was blood
Cut the sky
Out pours the flood

Jeremiah, you are a liar
Jeremiah-add me to your love affair with the end

When it rains, it pours
A red stain on the drawers of the earth
The sky spreads herself for me
A little guy who will never be free
A stargazer gazing at feminity
Clouds cry and then she bleeds

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