Division

poet i'm sick of your pretty lies. 
and it was about the song that sang of the shelves i wished you on. 
now sing along. 
and i used to wish my heart as good my heart as strong. 
and i used to wish i. 
don't say it's gone. 
i'll pull the truth to you. 
and even if it breaks us both down. 
don't say it's gone