Vera, the Ghost - The Daily Forecast текст песни

Autumn set all of the trees ablaze
under which you sat begging for praise
and I said too much, and you spoke with touch
a seductive look upon your face

but you were wrong

Phrases never deliver how we intend
I promise you we'll never be friends
You saw yourself as deity and became
a victim to variety
you said "Good people, they never change"

but you were wrong

you were wrong